“Focus, Xavier,” she barks.
“No. But it sure sounded like he enjoyed himself. All he cared about was how he could boast about it to his friends.” I clear my throat, avoiding her gaze because it’s too hard. “All I care about … is whatyouneed.”
A beautiful, devilish smirk slowly forms on her face. “Youcare aboutmyneeds?”
My cheeks flush with heat so palpable it nearly singes the point of the blade as it etches into my skin. “I …”
Suddenly, a chair haphazardly runs through the forest beside us—no, not just a chair—a man attached to a chair.
And both of our eyes widen as we say in sync, “Perry.”
Sunny
I get off Xavierand bark, “Stay here.”
“Yes, ma’am,” he responds, groaning as I leave him with his soaked pants, along with a raging hard-on just for messing with my plans.
I snatch his knives off the grass and tuck them into my pocket before going for the chase. Perry’s still got that chair clenched to his ass, and it’s slowing him down like a snail. Not to mention how ridiculous it looks.
THWACK!
I thrust one of my knives at his ankles, and he tumbles to the ground, chair still stuck to his butt.
“Fuck!” he cries.
He tries to crawl back up, but I grasp him by the hair and drag him back with me to the area I left Xav in so he doesn’t bolt off into the other direction.
“You thought you could run away from me?” I growl at Perry.
“Get your hands off me, you witch!” He struggles in his seat.
I set him back down on the muddy ground in the field behind the trees, a few feet away from Xavier, who watches in awe while I pull two knives out of my pocket and drive each of them through his feet, mixing warm flesh with cracked bones, as I pin him to the very ground he tried to escape. He screeches out loud, wildly flinging himself around while foaming from the mouth.
“There is no escaping death,” I growl in his face.
“I didn’t fucking do anything!” he spits.
“Say that to the millions of people you sold drugs to,” I growl back.
He frowns, viscerally shaken. “That’s it? Drugs?”
He shakes around in his chair again, but I’m pretty sure he won’t get off the ground now, considering he’s literally nailed to the dirt beneath his feet. Just like a lowlife deserves.
I turn around and focus on Xavier, who crawls backward as if he’s afraid of me.
“Oh, c’mon, you wanted this. Why so scared?” I grin as I kneel in front of him.
“Because I know you’re mad at me,” he replies.
I tilt my head. “True. I do want to end you.”
His lip quivers. “Please …”
“Please, what?” I lean closer on my hands and feet, invading his space.
“Don’t kill me,” he mutters.
He looks so pretty when he begs like that.
