The merman, my man novel Chapter 101

The Merman, My Man by Black Velvet Chapter 101

Suddenly, I heard banging against the cabin door. At the same time, the sound of a gunshot reached my ears, followed by a large splash of water behind Dicken.

“Quickly! The merman has appeared again, and he’s in Linda’s cabin. Prepare some tranquilizing darts! We can’t let him get away again! “

It was the commanding voice of a woman Laura. A voice that I hadn’t heard in a long time.

At that instant, I was surprised that I was worried for Dicken.

“Linda! Are you alright?! “ Gary was banging on the door repeatedly as he shouted my name.

Dicken jumped up, and his expression changed into a dark one. Ticked off, he glanced at me, then swept his eyes to the torrent of bullets raining onto the sea. He must have known that he would be done for if he didn’t leave soon.

Dicken released a deep and threatening growl and leaped out of the window. I could only see a dark curved blade resembling a sickle right before he plunged into the water. The splashes of water caused by the bullets intensified. By the time I got to the window to look, Dicken had vanished without a trace.

Then, I heard a crash from behind me. Gary had broken through the door of the cabin. Panicked, I sat up, but I didn’t have enough time to hide the clothes that Dicken had shredded last night. And so, Gary saw the scene before him.

”Why didn’t you knock before coining in?! ” I shouted in a mixture of shame and anger. But in reality, that was just an excuse. I knew that Gary was just concerned for my safety.

But the situation now was so awkward that I wished Dicken had brought me with him.

I quickly picked up the tattered clothes strewn all over the place, but Gary had pulled me to him with a mighty tug, and all I saw was his bloodshot eyes.

Worried, he frantically asked, ”Are you okay, Linda? Did that scum do anything to you… ”

He halted before finishing his sentence as his gaze fell onto my neck. He froze as his face tightened into a grimace. I knew what he was thinking. Many hickeys littered across my neck, and ever more of them could be seen in the areas below it.

They were marks caused by Dicken’s intimacy. In shame, I shouted at him, ”Are you done?! “