Total pages in book: 30
Estimated words: 27440 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 137(@200wpm)___ 110(@250wpm)___ 91(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 27440 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 137(@200wpm)___ 110(@250wpm)___ 91(@300wpm)
And although I heard every word, the one thought that kept going through my mind was how I planned on finding Josh and hurting him like he fucking hurt my woman.
10
Fin
I would’ve never—had never—done anything that would be considered reckless, that would and could give a bad light to Hawthorne Oil. But the fact that some little prick put his hands on Kitty and hurt her had every single piece of common sense and rational thought leaving me.
And I reveled in it.
If I didn’t do this, didn’t make that little fucker pay in kind, it would fester inside me until it was a poisonous substance that I’d never get rid of.
I was like that with everything in my life, this need to finish what was started, a positive but also a negative.
I’d left shortly after dinner and had seen on her face that she knew what I was doing, what I planned on doing. And when I got home and if she asked where I’d been, what I’d done, I would tell her the truth. I wasn’t going to sugarcoat anything, wasn’t going to lie. There was no point.
And I’d already come to the realization that I would handle this tonight, that when I got back to the house, I would sit her down and tell her how I felt. I was done waiting.
She’d only been here a week, yet it felt like a fucking eternity that I’d been holding this in. She could make me wait, could have all the time she needed, but these feelings I had for her needed to be said out loud.
And that needed to be done tonight.
Once in town, I’d driven around to a couple of the spots where I knew the lowlife loitered. I ended up finding the little bastard hanging out in the alleyway between the liquor and convenience stores. He was with one other guy, each of them with a bottle in their hand, cigarettes between their lips. I pulled into a parking spot, my headlights shining directly into the alleyway. For a moment, they didn’t pay me any attention, but when I didn’t turn the lights off, they both looked in my direction. I had my hands tight around the steering wheel, the leather creaking from the force I was using.
The other guy said something to Josh, tossed his cigarette to the side, and then ended up walking away. But the little motherfucker still watched me after he was alone, this nasty-toothed grin spread across his face.
He flicked his cigarette away and brought his bottle up to his mouth, taking a long drink as he stared at me. He couldn’t see me clearly because of the tinted windows, but he’d see me soon enough.
For a second, I sat there and let my rage grow, fester, increase until it consumed me. I’d never felt anything like this, this burning intensity to exact revenge, to let someone know that what they did was wrong… that they’d touched what was mine.
Even if he hadn’t put his hands on her, the fact that he approached her, spoke to her, had every possessive instinct in me coming alive. But he had hurt her, marked her, and that I would not stand for.
I climbed out of the car, didn’t even bother closing my door or cutting the engine, and made my way toward him.
He was a ballsy fucker, I’d give him that, as he held his ground, his grin growing. I was bigger than him, not just in height but in weight as well. I was double his size and width. He didn’t stand a chance. And although I could’ve easily killed him on principle alone, I was making a point, not just for Kitty, not just to stake my claim, but to put in his mind that him assaulting women would not be tolerated.
I stopped when I was just a foot from him, inhaled deeply, feeling my nostrils flare. He smelled like stale cigarettes and rancid sweat, booze, and despair. He smelled like a fucking piece of shit.
I could’ve talked to him, could’ve set him straight with words alone, but that wasn’t going to happen, because I knew this man was nothing but a lowlife. He’d do this again and again until someone stopped him.
And that someone was me. That day was today.
“You assaulted what’s mine,” I growled.
He didn’t speak for a moment, but I could see his mind working as he tried to remember or place what I was talking about. Finally, the light went on in his head, and his eyebrows rose slightly for a second.
“You mean that bitch from the grocery store today?”
That was all it took for me to lose my cool, for every sane, rational part of my body to snap in half. I said nothing as I reared my arm back and brought my fist right to the center of his face. I heard bone crunch, his nose breaking.