“Lock the doors and don’t get out for any reason,” Gwen admonished before she left me to enter an unmarked door.
I had no interest in leaving the comfortable heated seat. Fate, though, had other plans.
Chapter Seven
While Gwen ran her errand, I fiddled with the radio, but, this close to Christmas, trying to find some old-school rock and roll proved challenging. I settled on a channel playing Tainted Love, a song I remembered shaking my ass to back in my clubbing days. As I listened to the catchy tune, I peered out the window, then on a whim blew hotly on it and drew a happy face in the fog left behind. It led to me crawling to the drive side to mist the other window but this time I traced a dick. As I slid back into my seat with a snicker, through the windshield, I saw someone enter the far end of the alley. Two someones, actually, one of them reluctant, judging by how the woman in the puffy coat leaned away as if trying to escape the man who dragged her by the arm. Since I couldn’t hear anything in the soundproof car, I pressed a button to lower the window.
“…let me go.”
“Not until you admit you were cheating on me,” was the male’s reply.
“I wasn’t cheating on you. We broke up six months ago,” the woman exclaimed.
“And already you’re whoring yourself,” he spat.
“I’m going to have you arrested for ignoring the restraining order.”
“No, you won’t, because, by the time I’m done with you, you’ll be begging me to take you back.”
He proceeded to force her to walk in my direction and, not wanting to be seen, I slouched low in the seat.
“Leave me alone.” She used her free hand to pummel at his grip. “Help! Hel?—”
The man smacked her in the face and I gasped. Before I’d even realized it, I stood outside the car. “Unhand her!”
The man turned an ugly glare my way. “Mind your business, bitch.”
“I don’t think so. You heard the lady. She wants nothing to do with you.” I took a step closer.
“Fuck off.” As he went to drag again, my hand shot out and caught him by the wrist.
“I said to let her go.” My demand emerged firm and low.
He obeyed but only so he could take a swing at me.
Which missed, because I caught his fist.
His eyes widened.
I smiled. “Didn’t your mother teach you to never hit a woman?”
Apparently not because he head-butted me—and it hurt. His skull smashed into my face and I heard a crack that came with a jolt of pain.
“Ow!” I let him go to grab my throbbing nose.
“How’d you like that, bitch?” he huffed, using his freed hands to swing at me.
Thud. Thud. The blows landed and while they did cause some discomfort, they mostly triggered my rage—and hunger.
I rushed him, slamming my body into his, ramming him backwards until he hit the wall. The racing of his heart acted as an invitation that I couldn’t turn down.
My teeth found his neck, pierced the flesh, and I groaned as sweet and salty blood filled my mouth.
Yummy. Yummy. In my tummy.
I ate until I could swallow no more. Only then did I drop the limp—and very dead—body.
Oops. First thing I did? Checked the alley for witnesses. The woman had wisely fled the moment she’d been released and I saw no one else. Good, but I still had a body to deal with.
