He nods, melting into the darkness by the side of the garage.
I take the steps two at a time, my heart pounding in my chest. Adrenaline is pumping through my veins, my hands itching to snatch the life out of this punk. I’ve been waiting for this moment for weeks. Patiently counting the minutes until I’d get the chance to get my hands on the fucker who stole from me, and make him pay.
The lock on the door is a joke. I pull my pick set from my pocket and have it open in under thirty seconds.
Pushing the door open, I step inside and pause.
This place is a fucking dump. It’s small and cramped, and smells like stale food and dirty laundry. A single bed is off to one side of the room, and a large desk with computer screens is on the other.
I’m not sure what exactly I expected, but this wasn’t it at all. Not with all the money this fucker’s been stealing from me.
Movement catches my eyes, and I turn. Standing in the middle of the room, holding a goddamn Louisville Slugger like she’s about to go to war, is a tiny blonde.
What the fuck?
She’s no bigger than five-foot-nothing, wearing an oversized hoodie and leggings, and her hair is piled on top of her head in a messy bun. Her eyes are wide behind a pair of hipster glasses, and she’s gripping that bat like her life depends on it.
For a second, I’m too stunned to move.
Where’s the punk kid? Is this his girlfriend?
Then she swings.
“What the—” The bat connects with my cheek, and pain explodes across my face.
Crazy fucking bitch!
She swings again, aiming for my head. I duck, and the bat whooshes past my ear.
“Jesus Christ!” I growl, lunging forward when she swings again. I catch the bat mid-swing and rip it out of her hands with a hard yank.
She stumbles back, her eyes wild with panic.
“Stay back!” she shouts, scrambling backward until her hip connects with the desk. “I know Tae Kwon Jitsu!”
I almost laugh.Tae Kwon Jitsu?Is she fucking serious?
“You know what?” I ask, fighting a laugh as I stalk towards her.
“And karate. And?—”
I don’t let her finish.
I move fast, closing the distance between us. She tries to dart to the side, but I’m faster. I grab her wrist and yank her toward me.
Her lips part, and she gasps.
Spinning her around, I bend her over the desk and pin her arms behind her back.
She’s tiny. Her bones fragile—breakable.
And she just tried to bash my fucking skull in.
My dick twitches at the pain I could inflict.
Jesus.
I’m a sick bastard.
