Page 43 of Her Dark Obsession

“Stop! I will shoot you!” he says, his hand a little shakier now.

“You should know who I am before you do that,” I tell him.

“Why the fuck do I care who you are? Stop.” The guy takes a step backwards.

“I’m Connor O’Malley.” I smile when his skin visibly pales. That was the reaction I was waiting for. “Which means we have two options here.”

“I didn’t know she was yours.” He shakes his head back and forth.

“Actually, I’m my own person. I don’t belong to anyone,” Aurora adds.

“Babe, not the time,” I tell her before holding up a finger towards the guy. “Option one, you hand over that gun to me. I turn the barrel towards you and pull the trigger.” I pause to look him over. “I’ll start on your knees and slowly work my way up your body. You won’t die straight away, but you will bleed out eventually.” Then I hold up a second finger. “Option two, you putthat barrel to your own head and pull the trigger. Save yourself the agony. So, what’s it going to be?”

The whole gas station is silent, but the guy makes the smart choice when he lifts the gun to his head and shoots.

“Coward,” I grumble as I turn to the attendant and pull out a wad of hundred-dollar bills. “Here, call the cops and tell them he walked in and killed himself. You got CCTV?”

He nods.

“I’m gonna need it wiped. We weren’t here. And if I hear otherwise, I’ll be back,” I tell him and wait for him to nod again. I then look to Aurora. “You get everything you need, babe?”

Both girls are staring at me with strange expressions on their faces. “Yep.” Aurora scoops up an armful of snacks. “Let’s go.”

When we’re back in the car, Aurora pivots in her seat to face me.

“Just so you know, I didn’t need you to come in and save me,” she says.

“I know,” I tell her.

“But also, is there going to be a bedroom at this party because I’m suddenly really turned on?” she whispers.

“I can hear you,” Mabilia groans.

“Don’t eavesdrop then,” Aurora replies.

“Let’s raise the stakes.” Patty, one of my oldest friends, calls out to the two jocks on the opposite side of the table. We’re currently playing a round of beer pong and we’ve let 'em think they’re going to win by purposefully missing.

Aurora is standing to my left. We stopped to check into a hotel first. I can’t exactly take her to my family home. Not without my father finding out anyway, and that’s a fight I don’t want to be having yet. She changed into a tight little black leather skirt and a white V-neck shirt that’s fucking see-through and showing a black lace bra underneath. She’s also wearing a pair of Doc Martens.

I’ve spent the night with my hands all over her, partly because I fucking love touching her, and partly because I wanted to know where all her little weapons of destruction are hiding. She never goes anywhere without carrying something. The fact that I know she can and will take care of herself when needed is a turn-on, and honestly, it gives me a peace of mind. Because the world we live in is fucking cruel. Especially to beautiful girls like Aurora.

“What you thinking?” I ask the two jocks.

“We win, you hand over your girl to us. We’ll take real good care of her. You win, you keep her.” One of 'em eyes Aurora up and down. My vision goes red. My composure though? Calm as fuck.

Before I can put them in their place, Aurora is sauntering towards them with a smile. “It’s cute that you two little boys think you could handle even one second with me.”

“Fucking hell.” I shake my head when I see her hand reach up the side of her leg, just under her skirt. “You really shouldn’t have said that,” I tell the guys.

“What’s going on? You really gonna let 'em talk about your girl like she’s a piece of meat?” Patty asks.

“Watch.” I have no intention of letting them off the hook. I’m just going to wait until Aurora’s had her fun first.

“Oh, baby, I’d show you the night of your life,” one of the jocks tells her. My fist clenches at my side. I count to ten in myhead to stop myself from ending the little fucker before Aurora has time to put on her show.

I see the glint of light reflecting off the blade in her hand. When she rounds the table, the fucker screams and bends at the waist. “Yeah? A night I won’t forget, huh? That would be incredibly difficult without a dick,” Aurora tells him.

“You fucking bitch! You stabbed me in the balls!” The guy hisses as he falls to the floor.

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