Page 46 of Beg Me

“Fine, but hurry the fuck up. I’m going in there if I hear her scream again, whether you like it or not. I could give a fuck less if I walk out,” he declares with a huff and I believe him too.

I lean my back against the wall of the building and peek around the side.

“I don’t see anything,” I whisper to him. He looks around the corner below me.

“Three o’clock,” he says and I turn that direction and see three men lying on the floor. One man stands holding his head.

“Okay, let’s go. Follow my lead,” I tell him. “Stack on me got it?” He nods.

I walk forward with my gun held up, ready to take anyone out who is a threat to my little angel. The man standing sits down on the chair next to the three guys and he groans in pain. Still clutching his head.

One of the two men on the floor moans as he rolls over and pushes himself up to stand. Another one rolls and sits up, but stays seated on the floor. The last man doesn’t move. He continues to lie on the ground. I see a spike protruding from his chest.

What the fuck?

I pause, kneeling behind a metal beam. The men aren’t even looking in our direction so I feel good here.

“Fucking bitch killed him,” one of the guys says. I smile at Zander, that’s right baby.

“She got me good in the head. I’m going to gut that little whore,” the one sitting on the ground says and I see Zander’s fist clench.

I check my phone and see that Joel sent a text.

Club is pulling up to your location.

I show Zander and he nods.

I stand and walk toward the men. He walks up behind the seated one, while I walk in front of them. Zander loops his arm around one of their necks and the other guy shouts.

“Who the fuck are you? What the fuck are you doing here?” He jumps up, but I walk out of the shadows in front of him and shove the barrel of my Glock into his chest, pushing him back down to the chair. He looks down at it, then back and me, panicked.

“Woah, man.” He holds his hands up.

“So I hear you are going to ‘gut’ MY little whore,” Zander says from behind the man that said the same thing seconds ago.

The man claws at Zander’s arm but it does nothing. Panic grows on his face. It’s delicious.

“She’s just some bitch, what’s it to you?” The man says as he gasps for air through Zander’s hold.

At that, Zander grips the sides of his head and twists to the side, the man’s neck snaps and his body goes limp.

The man on the floor scrambles back crawling away from us. I point my gun at him and shoot him in the knee. He screams in agony, the sound echoes through the empty building. The man in front of me continues to hold his hands up.

“I don’t want any trouble,” he says, trying to appease us.

No fucking chance dude.

I grip him by the collar and pull his body into mine.

“Where the fuck is Olive and what did you do to her?” I demand. Fear emanates from his body. I throw him to the ground, he lands with a satisfying thud.

“She ran off, man. She took off!” He holds his hands up trying to keep me from hurting him more. Too late fucker.

“Are you the ones that have been stalking her this whole time?” Zander asks, walking over to me.

“Some guy paid us too. He found us about a year ago and told us to watch her and scare her a little. We were just trying to scare her,” he says in a panicked rush.

I sneer, my grip on the gun tightening as Zander crouches beside the man scrambling on the floor. Blood pools under the guy I shot, his knee a ruined mess of shattered bone and torn flesh. His screams have subsided to pitiful whimpers, but I’m not done yet.

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