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But it’s only as I bend down to pick up her pants that I see the tracker.

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Orzo

Zipping my motorcycle in and out of traffic, I stare at the blinking dots on my mounted phone.

The two right on top of each other.

That are way too far outside of town for my liking.

That aren’t moving.

I swear to fuck, if he hurts her…

Hours of dealing with the Barleys, and as soon as I got away, imagine my surprise to find Kale and Cinnamon together.

Once I hit the road they are on, I find that it is unpopulated. No other cars on it.

No buildings.

The perfect place to murder her. To hurt her.

I should have told her who he is.

I speed up.

I don’t know how long they have been here, but it’s been at least since I left the Barleys.

As I approach, I can see two bodies on the car.

He’s hurting her. He took her out here to take advantage of her.

Slamming to a stop, the back tire lifts off the ground, but I am already jumping off it, stuffing the key into my pocket.

I rip him off of her.

My fist pulls back and lands on Kale’s face before I can discern what is happening.

“Stop!” Cinnamon’s scream echoes in my ears, but I don’t hear it.

All I see is her bare cunt.

His cum leaking from it.

My vision goes red. Black. Gray.

This motherfucker attacked her.

The next fist throws him back onto the grass. And it’s only then that I realize he’s naked too.

“Put your fucking clothes on. Fight me like a man.”

“Orzo.” Cinnamon gets between me and him on the ground, her hands out. “Stop.” She wraps her arms around me, hugging me.

Her pants are on now, and it is only that which allows me to respond. But my anger doesn’t dissipate.