Marietta wasn't going to fuck off. She slammed the door open and threw both shoes at his covered form one going for his head and the other his nads. It was any wonder that they ever got any sleep in this house. She didn't care if he liked it or not. The pillow that had been thrown at the door became ammo too. She threw it right back at him.
"Get your arse out of bed or I'm going to make you," she barked at him. Her voice was low and she meant business. She wasn't giving up until she knew what the hell he'd gone and done. "You fucking made some sort of deal with the devil and I have every right to know what sort it was."