Total pages in book: 20
Estimated words: 18860 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 94(@200wpm)___ 75(@250wpm)___ 63(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 18860 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 94(@200wpm)___ 75(@250wpm)___ 63(@300wpm)
But as I stare at the little mouse, her hands shaking while she keeps her eyes fixed on me, something I don’t recognize twists in my gut. It’s a foreign feeling I haven’t experienced in over twenty years.
Axel barks into a laughing fit. “Mik’s been hit. Man down.”
I should wipe the floor with his sorry ass, so he knows what being hit feels like. Grinding my teeth and clenching my hands, I turn all my venom on him. “Fuck off.”
Axel takes a step back, hands raised in the air, a shit-eating grin still plastered on his face. “Relax, buddy. We all gotta go sometime.” He drapes his arm around Stella, tugging her to him. “And I’ll tell you, being in love is the best fucking thing in the world. Nothing will ever top it.”
I grit my teeth and growl. “She’s a random chick at a sex club. I’m not in love.”
“Everyone’s random until they aren’t.”
“There’s a reason Kian is my favorite out of your men, Stella.” I ignore Axel and focus on the little mouse again. Good, she got her drink. But it seems like she got something else too.
Standing beside her, taking her attention from me, is a sleazy blond guy. His hand moves to touch Stella’s cheek, and she jolts back as if the touch burned her. The guy doesn’t seem to get the hint.
My feet move on their own accord. One steel-toed boot hits the hardwood floor in violent step after violent step. The room is still. It doesn’t matter that there are over a hundred people in here. All I can focus on is that someone is touching her.
Axel laughs behind me. “Another one bites the dust.”
This doesn’t mean shit. I’m protecting a woman from the unwanted attention of some dick. I would do this for anyone.
Would you?
A small voice I haven’t heard in years taunts me. Fuck. No. No, I fucking wouldn’t. Not in a public place, not with witnesses. But the voice telling me this is stupid is overridden by the voice telling me the fucker’s brain needs to be bashed until it’s a liquid mass pooled by my feet,
The darkness in me bubbles with excitement at the thought of the blood I’m going to spill. It’s fucked up how much I enjoy hurting and killing people. The twisted maze in my brain is jumbled unless I can hurt something. Anything.
“Get your hands off her.”
The blond guy adjusts the lapels of his suit in some sort of rich preppy boy nonsense. “I’m not sure you know who I am, but you should watch your tone. There are a lot of eligible young ladies here.” He turns to the little mouse. “She’s already spoken for.”
The fucker doesn’t get it. I could buy and sell him without blinking. These rich fuckers think wearing expensive clothes and having names attached to some dead motherfucker gives them power. He has shit. Power is when you don’t give a fuck. This asshole gives so many fucks that he reeks with it. It’s all an image for these trust fund idiots. They want to look dignified when in reality, they’re lower than fucking vermin. He’s never come across a fucker like me. I’ll bash his brains for all his little blue-blood friends to see and not give two shits about what any of them think of me.
My fingers move across the lapel of his suit. Expensive Italian wool, the best of the best. “I don’t give a fuck who you are. I’ll kill your ass in this room by pulling out your heart and feasting on it, and not one of your rich asshole friends will do anything to stop me.”
To emphasize my point, I move my hand down until I grip his wrist. I tilt it back, smiling when his bones snap, and he wails like the little bitch he is. “Just like I predicted. Not one of these fuckers will come to your rescue.”
Still holding on to his wrist, I move my hand between his jacket and white dress shirt, remove the wallet from the inside pocket, and pull out his driver’s license. “Run off before I have to take things a little further.”
“Can I-I have my driver’s license?” he stammers.
My hand shakes with the visible tremors of his body. “Nah, this is mine.” He’s shorter than me, but most people are. At six feet six inches, I always tower over people. I bend down and whisper in his ear. “Make sure you sleep with one eye open.”
I place the driver’s license in my pocket and smile as he scampers off, nursing his broken wrist.
The alarm buzzes for the prey, and the little mouse rises. She wipes her hands on her pretty dress like she’s trying to remove imaginary wrinkles or a stain.
“I’ll be seeing you, Little Mouse. Make sure you don’t let anyone else touch you because out there, you’ll get the animal.” I smirk as she swallows, eyes wide, skin turning pink. “I can’t wait to see that blush all along your skin as I rip this pretty dress off and fuck you hard against a tree.”