Total pages in book: 55
Estimated words: 51051 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 255(@200wpm)___ 204(@250wpm)___ 170(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 51051 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 255(@200wpm)___ 204(@250wpm)___ 170(@300wpm)
After her mother’s passing, Azadeh’s visits home became more seldom. She drowned herself in her work, gallivanting all over the world as a vigilante to save other women from dangerous and precarious situations.
I could’ve been more like Zeke, confident in my abilities, but Zeke didn’t need her to breathe like I did. She didn’t consume his thoughts, actions, and motives like she did mine. Unlike Ezekiel, I couldn’t sit idly at home, keeping the fire burning for random visits from our girl. I craved her, and if I went too long without seeing her, it ripped my world apart like a piece of meat between the jaws of ravenous wolves.
That was how I found myself in the alley of a run-down bar in Dublin across from Azadeh’s apartment, glaring at a man who’d tried to kiss her.
When he leaned in, his arm above her head, I was ready to rip his spine out of his back. But then Azadeh pushed him off and closed the door.
The man appeared irritated, but nothing to cause a significant alarm. Then the fucker gazed up at her window and walked around the back, trying the handle of the side door.
He didn’t see me coming. Being the child of monsters, I’d learned to shield any sound and move like air.
“You need help?” I asked.
“Hey, man,” he said, looking rattled as he pushed a hand through his greasy blond hair. “Yeah, my bitch is mad at me. Locked me out.” He smirked when I didn’t respond. “You know how these bitches are.”
I stepped closer, enough to demonstrate the difference in our height. The man was no taller than five-ten. Judging by his rapid retreat, he was intimidated by my six-four frame.
“No, I don’t know how these bitches are,” I spat, keeping my voice cool and level. One thing I’d learned about distasteful men was that a level voice and a calm demeanor unnerved them more than aggression ever could.
The guy stammered, flailing his arms like a marionette, unsure of his next move. He stepped back again, desperate to put some space between us. I closed the distance until the backs of his legs hit a metal garbage can. He jostled it, and the lid hit the cement with a loud clang.
“You know, man,” he cajoled. “Those bitches who ask for it, and as soon as things heat up, they pretend like they don’t want it. You should’ve seen what the slut was wearing. Tight leather pants and a midriff top showing skin and cut so low, her tits were almost hanging out. She had no problem letting me buy her drinks earlier. Took my money like they all do. Fuckin’ whores. But when it was time to put out, she was like a fuckin’ meat locker. Ice cold.”
He held up his hand, showing me his slightly crooked finger. “This one even took out my finger. Can you believe that? I was only trying to have a good time, and she fucking attacked me. Now the bitch gotta pay. I got a reputation to keep. Can’t have anyone finding out about what that bitch did to me without knowing how I made her pay.”
Without thinking, I pulled out my colt and shot him in the leg. The fucker stumbled, howling in pain as he grabbed his knee. That finally shut him up. Fucker was in so much pain that the only thing he could do was gasp air into his worthless lungs.
“This gun is one of a pair carved from a five-million-year-old meteorite. The other one in the set is with that girl you disrespected.” I tipped my head toward the house as I stepped closer.
The guy scooted back on his elbows, wide eyes silently pleading as he looked up at me in horror.
The asshole thought I’d waste a second of sympathy or remorse on him.
“Please. I’ll go home and forget about everything. Bro, I need a doctor. I think that bullet is lodged in my knee,” he pleaded between pained gasps.
I bent and smirked at him. The scum screeched into the night as I dug my fingers into the wound, probing until I gripped the bullet and pulled it out. I stabbed the new hole I’d made with the barrel of my gun a few times for good measure.
Rising, I held the silver bullet to his face. “This won’t bother you any longer.”
The vermin's eyes widened as he attempted to push himself off the dirty cement.
I lifted my foot and slammed it against his chest, forcing him back down. “Not so fast.”
“What do you want from me?” he whispered.
I kneeled and shoved the barrel of the gun against his face. “You tried to harm someone who belongs to me, and you also made a mess of my gun. I think it’s only right that you clean it up.”