Her hands fly toward his face, attempting to shove him away. “Get off of me you piece of shit!” she cries.
The rage inside grows, overtaking and overwhelming any bit of self-control that I once possessed. My body vibrates as I’m unable to hold myself back any longer, nor do I want to. Blood rushes through my body, my veins pumping full as the adrenaline hits me full force, wanting to explode. Deep red, the color of blood, begins to cloud my vision from witnessing someone physically hurt her like this, to hear the fear and helplessness in her sweet voice.
“She said no, motherfucker,” I rasp, angrily. It takes so much to utter those simple words and not just rip him from her, but I don’t want to frighten her more by slaughtering him in front of her.
He turns toward me with a snarl painted on his lips, but I give him no time to react. Eagerly wrapping my hand around his throat, I lift him completely off the ground. Thrusting him forward, I beat his skull into the wall. His head emits a loud smack sound each time it crashes against the rough brick, totaling three times.
It dazes shady fuck enough for me to glance toward the shaken woman. Her red lipstick’s all over her mouth and chin, her mascara smeared down her cheeks from her tears, dirtying her up a bit. I’ve never seen a woman more beautiful before.
Her gratitude-filled blue eyes meet mine like I’m some sort of fucking hero or a saint. As the wetness continues to trail over her cheeks, it ignites an entirely different creature. The urge to breed—tofuckher into submission—grows rampant. The animal wanting to claw it’s way free and take over what this shady fuck was about to do.
I never said I was a decent man. Upstanding citizen hasn’t ever fit in my description. There are these thoughts I have; it doesn’t mean I’ve acted on them before. But fuck if it isn’t the strongest right now, wanting to take this bitch and ride her hard.
The asshole starts to squirm, my grip slipping slightly and stealing me out of the spell. “Go,” I grunt and tighten my hold.
“O-okay.” She swallows, pulling her shirt front together attempting to hide her bra, from where the douche ripped it completely open.
Her tall heels are forgotten as she takes off in a sprint toward the front of the building. Fumbling along the way, she calls someone, continuing to run. Probably her friend, to let her know what happened.
Shady fuck moves again, and I release my grip. He falls, stumbling to catch his balance as I plant a powerful punch to his gut, causing him to gasp for air.
“Who the fuck are you?” Stomping my heavy boot into his foot, I grind my heel down, planting him in place.
“Fuck you Oath Keeper!” he replies stubbornly.
I’ve always been an impatient man, hitting first and asking questions later. This idiot got a courtesy and didn’t even realize it. My curiosity wanted answers, but my need for punishment wins out.
Pulling the small hatchet from my belt, I let loose a dark chuckle at what I’m about to do. I wanted to laugh when I was hitting him against the wall, but I would’ve terrified the beauty. Without another thought, I flash a grin and impale the blade of my ax into the top of his skull. It’s not an easy feat, but I’ve had many times to practice throughout the years, and not to mention my size.
The brother’s call me Viking for a reason, with my thighs resembling small tree trunks and my arms massive enough to make grown men cringe. My height easily dwarfs the average man; hell, I even tend to make the bigger ones look feeble when standing near me—if they have the guts to get that close in the first place. Usually, if the size doesn’t scare them, then it’s the Nordic Viking tattoos all over my body and the hatchet I keep on me.
There’s a large gasp on impact, and my gaze flies to his expression. His eyes widen in shock, his mouth gaping in a horrific, tortured scream as I use both hands to wiggle the conveniently sized ax back out. It’s wedged snuggly into the hard shell of his skull and takes some plying to remove. My favorite part’s when they scream like this. Their eyes always widen with terror and disbelief that I’m going to kill them, and it’s going to be painful.
Once the blade’s free, he becomes motionless, staring like he’s in a trance and I bring the hatchet down again. This time, the sharp object reaches far enough into the brain to do the damage I was craving. The man’s once evil gaze glosses over as he falls to the ground, his life finished.
My dick hardens further as the rush of adrenaline sets in with the fact that I just killed for her.She’s mine.My body hums in triumph.
With that one thought, I know I’d do it again. I’d kill for her as many times needed, no matter the reason. There’s something about her that speaks to my darkness. It’s fucking with my mind; I know absolutely nothing about her.
Hearing the bar door, I turn from the shady fucker and notice the chick’s black heels she’d left behind in her haste. The light hits the shoes just enough to pick up the glossy texture and make them shine. They stand out like that stupid fairytale the girls in grade school used to talk about. Only I’m no Prince Charming, more like the big, bad wolf ready for dinner.
“Vike?” Spider rounds the corner, flicking a glance at the dead guy on the ground then to me. He watches as I place my hatchet into its holster on my leather belt. “You need some help dumping the body?”
“Appreciate it, brother,” I reply, and he fist-bumps me.
This is a prime example of why I’m a part of this crew; they always have your back no matter the situation. There’s not a bunch of bullshit questions or accusations, and the best part of all, they’re all pretty fucked up in the head just like me.
“You wanna bury or burn it?”
There’s a river not too far away, so I have a different idea that may not gain us attention or make us get all tired and filthy from digging. The only way I’d get dirty tonight would be if a sexy Cinderella were involved.
“Do you still have that container of liquid acid in your saddlebag?”
“Yeah. Fuck, you’re gonna melt him?”
“I’m thinking we could pour some over his face and head where I hit him, and then dump the body in that river back there.” I gesture into the darkness toward the sounds of rushing water.
Texas got so much rain this past week that it’s been causing major flooding. The river here is up seven feet so far and still rising; authorities and weathermen are calling for everyone to stay away for fear of injuries and drownings. They’ve even closed some of the lakes as well. I’m betting it’s the perfect scenario to dump a body easily. I could probably dump a dozen before anyone noticed.