Total pages in book: 81
Estimated words: 78721 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 394(@200wpm)___ 315(@250wpm)___ 262(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 78721 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 394(@200wpm)___ 315(@250wpm)___ 262(@300wpm)
Her mouth dropped at how easily he lifted the man off his feet to send him flying backward to smash against the wall of the store. Crumpling to his ass, he seemed to be dazed for a second, but like the rat he was, he wasn’t finished trying to scurry away.
“Keep your ass down,” Dalton cautioned him, moving to block him. “Or you’re going to be just as fucked as your buddy.”
The fucker was stupid enough to move. T.A. thought he was going to try to run again, but what happened next had her unable to hold back a loud scream. Pulling his legs to him, he pulled out a small gun from his boot.
Dalton didn’t give him the opportunity to point it at him before his foot smashed down on the man’s nuts. Agony filled his face as Dalton not only didn’t raise his foot away to administer another kick, he used all his weight to grind his dick to dust.
He only stopped when he heard the loud yells of the police officers warning him off. Coldly, Dalton raised his hands in the air as he moved to follow the instructions that were being yelled at him.
T.A. wanted to go to him and tell them what had happened, but the bystanders who had stood back and watched started recounting the attack. Wanting to get help for the older woman, she waved to one of the officers, alerting him that she needed help.
After staying by the elderly woman’s side until she was wheeled away by EMTs, she was escorted to the side, then asked to describe what happened.
She gave every detail about how vicious the two attackers had been to the woman, and their trying to use the knives and gun on Dalton, then she was finally told to go wait in Dalton’s car until they finished with him.
Frightened that they were going to arrest Dalton for the damage he had done to the two men, she could only sit and watch. She had no sympathy for either of the attackers as they were finally stabilized enough for the ambulance to pull out of the parking lot with their sirens blaring.
The poor woman’s face had been a bloody mess, and T.A. could still hear her pitiful whimpers in her mind. Wiping her tears away at the savagery of the attack on the defenseless elderly woman, she felt terrible for her family, who were going to have their Christmas ruined for ten fucking dollars.
It was almost an hour before Dalton came back to his car, the store manager handing him his bag of groceries. After placing it in the trunk, he got in the car, searching her face.
“Are you all right?”
“I’m fine. I’d ask if you’re all right, but those fuckers weren’t able to lay a hand on you. Did you ask how they’re doing?”
“No, I didn’t care enough to ask,” he said grimly. “I should have made you wait inside while I bought the gift cards. I’m furious at myself I didn’t protect you better.”
“Are you kidding? You did a pretty damn good job. If I had stayed inside, that poor woman wouldn’t have lived to see Christmas. The one whose nuts you crushed was going to town on her, and she wasn’t even trying to fight.”
“Christmas brings out the best in some people, and the worst in others.”
She agreed with a nod of her head.
“Fucker was prancing around that store like his balls were the size of grapefruits.” She snickered. “He’ll be lucky if they’re the size of peanuts now.”
He gave her a surprised glance. “Women usually get squeamish when a fight like that happens.”
“Baby, I’m not most women. You were fucking hot.” T.A. turned sideways in her seat to stroke his coat-covered arm with her hand. “You looked all mad and mean.”
Dalton stared down at her hand. “Uh… T.A., we should be getting back to the house.”
Sliding across the seat closer to him, she didn’t stop stroking his arm, noticing his breath was coming faster.
“Can I ask you a quick question?” she murmured seductively as she felt her nipples tautening under her thin bra.
“Can’t it wait until we’re back in the house?”
Starting to fidget, he unbuttoned his coat. She knew he was trying to stop her caressing his hand.
“No.”
His breathing became shallower. “Then go ahead.”
“Do you want to fuck?”
21
It took Dalton a full minute to wrap his mind around her question. When it finally did, he felt as if his nuts were in a vice, each movement of her hand tightening the vice.
“We’ve already discussed this, T.A.”
“Viper always get horny when he gets in a fight. I’m just offering in case you’re feeling the same way ‘cause, baby, I’m more than ready if you are.”
Stunned at what she had just said about Viper, he clenched his jaw. T.A. slid closer. The hand that had been touching him wound around his shoulders as she used her other hand to resume caressing his arm.