Page 60 of Silent Heart

“Did the tears fall when I left, little one?” I growled into the wind.

My words were pulled away on the breeze, not receiving any answer.

Joeseph unzipped his fly with a vicious tug. A wrinkled dick flopped out and began to spray over the foliage.

It was a surreal experience to look at another man’s equipment knowing it had been near the woman who consumed my every thought. For Harley’s sake, I hoped he was a grower, because he sure as hell wasn’t a shower.

It was unsportsmanlike behavior to kidnap a man with his dick in his hand.

Unluckily for him, I wasn’t the sporting sort of chap.

Joeseph never saw me coming. I rose from the shadows, looming beside him.

He squeaked, a noise a mouse would have been proud of. Piss spluttered from his tip. I dodged the spray. My body was covered in all manner of forest, and it would be covered in blood by the time the night was done, but I did not want my enemy’s pee on me.

I clapped a hand over his mouth, grabbing him in a submission hold.

He managed to get one swing at me with the bottle. It clonked against the side of my head, but thankfully, it didn’t break.

A growl ripped from my chest.

That would be the only strike he made tonight.

Throwing a quick glance over my shoulder, I made sure no one else was in the parking lot. Behind the Tavern were fields, with acres of new crop, and between those were stretches of deep forest.

I was able to trek a mile into the woods before I released the struggling body. It was no easy feat. He fought and yelled, which meant I had to keep my gloved hand over his mouth. Good thing too, because if I hadn’t been wearing the protective layer, he would have bitten.

He’ll be amusing to kill.That dark thought brought a twitch to my lips.

Eventually, we were in a spot that would have little chance of our game being discovered.

I stopped, drew my knife, and placed it against his throat. Joeseph stilled. He was learning. I removed my hand and kicked him. He pitched forward.

“What the hell is this sick prank?” the rich boy garbled, staggering.

He wasn’t too drunk for this to be fun. Good. I smirked even harder.

“You have sixty seconds. I suggest you start moving,” I barked.

Joeseph stabbed an accusatory finger at me. “Who the fuck do you think you are?”

Taking a step forward, I arched my arm down in a graceful arc and plunged the blade into his upper arm. In the dark, it was a risk that I would nick something vital. But that was all part of the fun.

Joeseph howled.

There was no one here to help. So I let him curse and scream.

This was what he deserved. No one treated a woman like that and lived. If it wasn’t Harley, it would be someone else. He had time to adapt, learn, and change. But pricks like him never did.

The minutes ticked by and he still wasn’t moving.

I lunged, and again, he wasn’t quick enough. The knife sank to the hilt in his thigh.

At this rate, he was going to bleed out before I could finish with him.

“This is extreme, man. Whatever it is that I did, I can explain!” He hobbled back.

The limp was exaggerated. A much larger target, the thigh had fleshy places that could easily be poked and not inhibit movement.

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