The man whose name we didn’t bother to know nodded vehemently. “Yes, yes, yes. I promise with everything I am.”
Dutch tilted his head. “I don’t believe you.”
His knife sliced through that man’s nutsack like butter and the scream that poured from the back of his throat filled me with a need deep within the pit of my gut. Blood dripped from between the man’s leg as Dutch stepped off to the side, beckoning to Troop with his knife.
“Want some target practice?” Dutch asked.
And he sure as hell didn’t need to tell Troop twice.
The man soared away from my side, almost as if wings carried him across the ground. He sank his balled-up fist against the man’s dangling dick, and the pain muted the man. He gasped for air, his face turning blue as his body grew limper. His collarbones cracked. His skin broke. The white of the bone started protruding as Troop slammed his fist against the man’s gut, forcing him to breathe.
Forcing him to take in life when he no longer wanted it.
“No one touches what is ours,” Dutch said as he wiped the man’s nut blood off on his pant leg.
“And Naomi is absolutely, unequivocally, ours,” Troop glowered.
Then, they both turned to face me.
“Well, then,” I said as I walked up to the man, staring at him, eye level to eye level. “I guess you’ve found yourself in quite the predicament.”
He coughed up blood before he choked out the words. “Are you going to kill me?”
I reached one hand out and wrapped it around his throat. “Yes.”
He whimpered. “Will it at least be quick?”
I smiled as I wrapped my other hand around his neck as well. “No.”
I pivoted, wringing my hands around the man’s neck while Dutch stepped back up to the forefront. I squeezed my hands, feeling him struggling for life as I drew in a deep breath. Dutch grabbed the man’s dick before yet another slice of his knife dropped the useless piece of meat to the ground. And as Dutch laid another punch toward the man’s nonexistent groin, his pain made him seize.
He shook in my grasp, his body flailing around like a fish out of water. And as I tightened my grasp, I placed my lips to his ear.
Making sure my voice was the last he heard.
“No one. Touches. What is ours,” I growled.
Before his entire body went limp.
With a twist of my hands, I snapped his neck. The sound reverberated throughout my entire body before I stumbled back, my head tilted toward the sky. Life flowed through my veins, coursing through my system as it stood my cock on end.
He’d never lay hands on my Naomi again.
OnourNaomi again.
“Make sure no one finds him,” I said as my head came down out of the clouds.
Troop chuckled. “Same place as always?”
Dutch shook his head. “I say we cook the man.”
I pointed at Dutch. “Bingo. Leave no trace.”
“Never to be seen again,” Troop said.
Just like the rest of our victims that believed they held ownership over what was rightfully ours.
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