Page 80 of Killer Confections
I’m a big guy, but that doesn’t discount my speed. Before the hick can even expect my movements, I’ve closed the distance between us. I grab the collar of her shirt, balling it tightly into my fist as I drag her towards me. Her eyes saucer and her sharpened nails dig into my wrist as I bring us eye level with each other.
“Your biggest fucking mistake tonight was thinking you could get away with slandering my girl in front of me,” I growl lowly, my eyes stabbing into her with a murderous intensity I’ve never felt before during kills. I usually get a rush, but this, knowing Loxley may be hurt, has caused me to lose all sanity. The woman before me is nothing except a problem that needs to be disposed of.
She must see something on my face. Something that makes her color drain and her lips wobble as she goes completely still with fear. She’s paralyzed under my threat andI can’t stop.
“Your second mistake was thinking you were gonna make it out of this statealiveafter fucking with what’smine.” The familiar sounds of something heavy and fast moving down the highway reach me. We’re only a few steps from the road and as the headlights become blinding, I shove the messenger into traffic. There’s only a split second where she stumbles back before catching herself and turning just in time to watch the semi collide with her.
She explodes into a thousand tiny pieces, blood and gore coating me and the asphalt. The semi screeches to a halt, nearly running off the road and causing a pile up as other vehicles slam on their brakes as well.
Dom curses as he throws the driver’s side door open. “Get the fuck in!”
We don’t stick around for the cleanup, nor do I worry about calling someone from the syndicate. My kill count is about to grow exponentially tonight. I just hope for their sake they haven’t touched a single hair on Loxley or I’ll burn their whole branch to the fucking ground with them in it.
Chapter Twenty-Eight
Loxley
I have nowhere to go.
My fight or flight is kicking in as adrenaline sizzles through my veins. My blood pressure is high, my heartbeat pounding like a drum in my ears as a mix of fear and desperation surge in me.
I have to get away. I know if I don’t, something bad is going to happen. It’s in the way these men are staring at me. Like they’re licking their metaphorical maws and waiting for the perfect opportunity to strike.
Stop thinking about the outcome and move, Loxley!
The one behind me takes a step closer, as if realizing I’m about to run. I’m quick to pivot my body, making sure I have all three of my attackers in my sight. My chest is heaving as my breathing comes in rapid pants. I’m so fucking scared I could die from a heart attack and every little move they make is causing my body to jump.
“Oh, come on, little lamb,” no hat smirks, “You’re making this too easy for us. Why don’t you try to run, hmm? Maybe give us a reason to manhandle you. I’d hate to just do it without being provoked.”
What a fucking tool.
My disgust causes my face to screw up. I’ve never been good at hiding my emotions and that earns a round of sickening laughter from my attackers.
Stetson Hat shakes his head. “I’ll give Atlas that. He’s got good taste. You’re a cute little thing…”
The way he speaks about me has a slimy feeling covering my skin. I know no shower can wash that ick away, and I have to refrain from losing my lunch as my stomach churns with the idea of what these men are after.
“You’re scaring her, Mason,” the man behind me fusses at Stetson Hat. He takes a step closer to me and I back into a table, causing a loud crash to echo in the kitchen. His brows lift in amusement as he holds a hand out to me like I’m a wounded animal. “I won’t let these fools hurt you too badly. We still want to use you as a bargaining chip.”
Oh, god.
I can’t even think of what that means. I have to go. Now.
My eyes dart to the swing doors on the other side of the room. These men are slowly closing in on me, but I’m smaller than them. If I stay low and move fast, I may be able to get away. If I’m caught… Well, I’ll consider that worst-case scenario and deal with it when the time comes.
Mason’s head ticks to the side. “She’s gonna run—”
Before he can finish, I push off the table, sliding down to the floor as I propel myself forward. I stay low, heart pounding and blood rushing as I move in a crouched position to the door. My legs work quickly and I successfully avoid the man closest to me. He reaches, but I yelp before dipping lower and roll away from him before clambering up to my feet and taking off in a dead sprint.
“HELP ME!” I scream as my outstretched arm reaches for the door until a hand wretches my head back as it tangles tightly in my hair.
My fingers circle my attacker’s wrist as I claw at him and scream. “PLEASE! SOMEONE!”
A hand slaps over my mouth before hot breath fans my ear. “You ain’t going nowhere—”
I bite down as hard as I can on Mason’s hand. The metallic taste of blood explodes on my tongue as I tear through flesh. I harden my jaw, refusing to let go even when he yells profanities and attempts to shake me off.
As we become a tangled mess of flailing limbs, I turn in his hold before clawing into his face with my nails. They aren’t sharp by any means, but I’m not aiming to shred him. I’m aiming to get the fuck away.
