Page 19 of Poison Ivy
“Come on, boys,” I taunt, beckoning the remaining thugs. “Don’t tell me that’s all you’ve got.”
They hesitate, knowing they are outmatched. I don’t give them time to reconsider. Summoning my fae magick, I send a pulse of dark energy rippling through the room. It hits them like a physical force, slamming them back against tables and chairs.
Turning back to Winslow, I see him trying to crawl away. Pathetic. I stalk over and plant my boot on his back, pinning him to the grimy floor.
“Please,” he whimpers. “I’ll do anything. I’ve got money, connections?—”
I lean down, twisting my foot to grind his face into the sticky floor. “I told you, I don’t give a shit.”
With that, I reach down and grip his head in both hands. One sharp twist, and it’s over with a sickening crack. His body goes limp beneath me.
Standing up, I survey the carnage around me. The remaining thugs are either unconscious or cowering in fear. The bartender is nowhere to be seen - smart man.
As I stride out of the bar, I feel a rush of exhilaration coursing through my veins. That was almost too easy, but fuck if it wasn’t fun. I roll my shoulders, feeling the tension release. Nothing like a bit of violence to work out the kinks.
One step closer to my goal. One step closer to Poison.
As I speed back towards campus, my mind drifts to her again. That lithe body, those piercing blue eyes, that wicked smile. My cock stirs at the memory of how she felt, how she tasted. Next time, I won’t let her slip away so easily.
I make it back to Thornfield in record time and drive around the campus, heading for home, when a small blonde figure rushes out in front of me, forcing me to slam on the brakes.
“Fucking hell!” I roar as she turns to me, eyes wide. “What the fuck do you think you’re doing?”
“Shit, I’m sorry!” she shouts as I get out, ready for a showdown. “I wasn’t looking where I was going.”
I glare at her, my adrenaline still pumping from the bar fight. “You could’ve got yourself killed, you stupid bitch. Watch where you’re fucking going next time.”
She flinches at my harsh tone, but then a spark of defiance flashes in her green eyes. “Maybe youshould slow down on campus, dickhole. This isn’t fucking Silverstone.”
I bark out a laugh, surprised by her sudden backbone. “Got some fire in you, don’t you, bitch? Careful, little mouse. You don’t want to piss off the wrong people around here.”
She rolls her eyes. “Whatever.”
I narrow my eyes at her rudeness. This little bitch clearly doesn’t know who she’s messing with. In a flash, I’m right in front of her, looming over her petite frame.
“Listen here, you mouthy little cunt,” I growl, gripping her chin roughly. “I could snap your neck before you even blink. So watch that smart mouth of yours.”
To my surprise, she doesn’t cower or back down. Instead, she glares right back at me, a dangerous glint in her eyes.
“Get your fucking hands off me,” she hisses.
There’s something about the fire in her gaze, that riles me up. Before I can take this further, she knees me hard in the balls.
“Fuck!” I double over, caught off guard by the sudden pain. “You bitch,” I wheeze.
By the time I straighten up, she’s already sprinting away across the quad. I could easily catch her with my magick, but something holds me back.
“Who the fuck are you?” I mutter, watching her blonde waves disappear around a corner.
My phone buzzes in my pocket. A text from my shadowy new employers:
“Job complete, we see. Well done. Further instructions to follow.”
I smirk, shoving thoughts of the blonde aside. I’ve got bigger fish to fry, and a certain pink-haired assassin to track down.
“Game on, Poison,” I mutter, sliding back into my car.
Tyres squealing as I set off again for the townhouse, I smile. Those shadowy figures promised me power beyond imagination if I prove myself, and I plan to do just that. Whatever it takes to find Poison and tame that fire in her to make her mine.
