Page 115 of Rot In Knotty Pieces

He snarls, but then he whirls and runs for the window, throwing himself out into the night. Disappearing like a raven in flight.

I glare at Pix.

“Rolly drugged me.” I pout, feeling myself tear up.

“You make the most adorable bait.” Rolly pats my head. “Good job, Beta.”

“You drugged me!” I accuse.

“And you are so adorable, all cute and drugged. Next time, I’ll get consent and have my wicked way with you.”

My heart leaps at the way he says next time.

“You’re a bad alpha.”

He laughs and yanks me up. “Wearing off?”

I inhale shakily and let out a deep growl. “Yes.”

“Do you want to punish me?”

I…well, yes, yes, I do. Drat him.

He grabs my hips and lifts me. I overbalance, but he uses my momentum to throw me over his shoulder. His hand lands hard on my ass.

“Oh, you are fucked now, Alpha,” I hiss.

“Well, not yet, but I sure hope to be.” He squeezes my ass hard and then walks to the window and tosses me out.

I let out a screech, but I’m caught by hard, enormous arms.

King strokes my hair back while I struggle with my racing heart.

“I’m going to kill him,” I snarl.

Rolly, the psychopath that he is, just stands framed in the streetlight and laughs.

He’s lucky he’s so cute.

King

Ibarely get a few steps when out of the dark streets comes a group of guys. Thugs, gangsters, empty headed muscle. Who knows what they are. I don’t care. I need this, it has been way too long. This is why I hate and love the city.

It’s such a fucking thrill.

“What are you doing on our turf?” One demands and twirls a pole like he’s got skills. I saw Pix do the same thing with a spatula the other day.

I smile wider. I love the tough ones.

“I don’t want any trouble.” See, the problem is, I really, really want trouble. I haven’t had trouble in so long, and this is just a good old beat-up fun time. Just something to take the edge off.

A few bigger guys come out and flank him, they have chains, and one has a machete. Each of them is tattooed with their hair cut short, and they are wearing black and leather with jeans that are halfway down their asses.

This is too easy. It’s almost cruel.

Maybe I’ll just teach them a quick lesson.

“Are you going to do it, or am I?” Raven asks.