Page 37 of Small Town Beast 2: Saverin's Duet

Instead of letting her go, the bastard holding Tanya ground his dick into her ass. Another hand took her other breast, kneading it like Saverin had kneaded it that morning. Disgustinganimal, dirty devil! Tanya tried to struggle but the groping hand reached up and wrapped around her throat, flexing to show her he could cut off her air without even trying.

“Tough girl, ain’t you?” he breathed in her ear. “Let’s see how tough you are when we’re all through. I’ll go last…draw it out…you won’t beg the rest of ‘em– too proud. But you’ll be begging me to quit. That’s a promise, darlin’.”

He shoved her back to Hiram, who propped her up against the truck while they finished their ugly job. A group of them went into poor Wilks Johnny’s house, and the rest dumped out Tanya’s bag into the dirt. The creep who had threatened her didn’t bother shifting his stare from Tanya to check out the papers and lip balm scattered on the ground. He wanted one thing, and Tanya knew he’d try to get it no matter what the big boss said.

Hiram picked up Tanya’s clutch from off the ground. As Tanya watched in sickening horror, the Snatch Hill leafed through the contents, her IDs, coupons, library card…And winning powerball ticket.

Tanya would always wonder how she stayed so calm. She watched Hiram coolly slip the winning ticket back inside the wallet and tuck the whole thing into his jacket. His eyes met Tanya’s in curious wonder.He knows.She wanted to vomit.

“I’d expect a slut for High and Mighty Saverin to have more to show for it,” Hiram grinned, acting up for his goons. “Let’s see how much Bailey will pay to keep you off my cock. Maybe I’ll give him a redheaded stepson, what d’you think, honey?”

“Fuck you,” Tanya said, her voice trembling against all her efforts. Just like that she’d lost her whole future. Her plans to save Amari. Her college degree. Her house with the pool. Private school for Amari. A new car, a boat for the river, a vacation to Jamaica…

Her eyes tracked back to the house where poor noble Wilks Johnny lay in a lifeless heap.But I’m alive,she thought firmly.I just have to stay alive as long as I can.

“You better watch yourself,” she told Hiram, looking him in the eye. Just like with her former manager, Kyle, Tanya knew it was better to face down a bully than let them smell fear. She was going to get that ticket back and there would be hell to pay for this murdering coward that had shot an innocent man at his own front door.

Pinching her cheek, Hiram looked back to the house and raised his voice. “Find anything?”

“Nope,” answered a stooge, walking back to the gate with Wilks Johnny’s shotgun in hand. “Poor bastard was a purple heart. Shame.”

“Nobody told him to shoot at us,” said Hiram coldly. “Let’s go, boys.”

Tanya planted her feet. “I’m not going anywhere.”

Laughter rang around. There were at least fifteen of them.

Kidnapped, just like Amari.

Die now, or later?

Hiram cocked his head, watching her thoughtfully. “Stu?” he grunted.

“Yeth, bothth,” lisped the newly-toothless one.

“Get the cattle rope.”

SEVEN

SAVERIN

Saverin’s plan had failed.

Spectacularly.

“When you said you needed my help,” said his cousin Crash Walker, “I didn’t think you meant punching your ticket to hell.”

Crash Walker, true to his McCall bloodline, was a man of towering height. His head nearly touched the bonnet of the “borrowed” Buick’s cramped backseat. The shivering figure next to him looked pathetically small. It didn’t paint a great picture, two giant men terrorizing a little old lady at the point of a gun on a desolate road.

“We’ve got Satan’s own queen here,” said Saverin darkly. “We’ll be just fine.”

Tanya’s mother puffed up her chest. “Think I’m scared of two pasty crackers? You can’t touch me!”

“Pasty?” Crash said, wounded. “And I thought Oklahoma got me a tan.”

“I think she meant me,” said Saverin.

“She definitely meant you. I’m half Sicilian.”

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