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Authors: J.A. Cipriano
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my arm. My movement must have startled Caleb because he twisted toward me with a confused look on his face.
“What’s up?” he asked. His voice was quiet, as though he didn’t want anyone else to hear.
Since I wasn’t about to admit to staring at his body, I was left with no option, I shoved him off of his barstool. Caleb stumbled forward as I leapt to my feet and shoved him toward Bert.
“What in God’s name do you think you’re doing?” Caleb yelled, glaring at me. Clearly, all of our actions toward each other were going to be hostile. This was something I could deal with. Hostile was right in my wheelhouse. You might say I’ve perfected that course heading.
“Getting to the bottom of this,” I replied with a smirk. Bert glanced back at us and seemed to think watching a five-foot-nothing girl push a six-foot-plus Caleb across the bar to be hilarious. “What do you know and how does it pertain to me?” I asked Bert.
“Well… I know lots of things, and I’m sure most of them could pertain to you… if you like,” he replied, and the gleam in his eye made me feel like a caged bird being eyed by a hungry cat. What was with the creep count of this bar? I mean it wasn’t like I was dressed up or anything. I was wearing a black t-shirt and jeans under a blue overcoat that didn’t exactly hug my curves.
“Oh? What might that be?” I asked in my best sultry voice as I smiled seductively and took a step closer to Bert.
Bert stared at me stunned, mirroring Caleb’s reaction. All at once, a leer broke out on his face, and as he reached one sweaty hand toward me, I grabbed him by the collar of his shirt and slammed him face first into the table. Beer mugs and pretzels went flying. He’d definitely been drinking for a while and probably didn’t expect little old me to smash his two-hundred-fifty pound ass into the table. I put my face right next to his and the sour stink of beer and sweat made my stomach clench.
“You have one second to tell me about Ajax. Or else I’m going to do things to you you’ll wish I hadn’t. It will only be enjoyable for one of us. Here’s a hint, it won’t be you,” I said with a smile that bared my teeth.
Bert glanced from me to Caleb. Real fear was evident in his eyes as he struggled to move, his blue jean-clad legs kicking back and forth. He was no match for my magic-fueled strength. I could totally keep holding him down for the next two or three minutes. Maybe longer if someone got me a sandwich.
“Caleb, help me!” Bert rasped, his face pressed against the table as he spoke.
Caleb glanced from Bert to me and back again before shrugging. “Bitch be crazy,” he said.
Oh no he didn’t. I barely controlled the urge to beat Caleb over the head with Bert.
“W-what do you want to know?” Bert squealed, voice was tinged with fear, like a man who had pissed off a dog and gotten snapped at.
“I want to know where Ajax is. You know, the head honcho around here. I know you know who I’m talking about,” I said as Bert started to whimper.
“I don’t know who that is,” Bert squealed.
“No, no, no. Don’t lie or my girl here will get all kinds of rough with you. And trust me when I say she likes to get rough. It will be a very wild ride for you and something tells me you won’t like it nearly as much as I do,” Caleb said, his teeth flashing under the pink lighting so that it looked like his mouth was full of blood.
Yup, I was sure of it. I was going to shoot Caleb in the face with my shotgun. No judge in the world would convict me either.
“If I tell you, he’ll kill me,” Bert whined.
“Maybe you ought to be a bit more worried about her?” Caleb inquired innocently. I suddenly found it extremely odd that no one else said or did anything. That was when I realized we were the only three left in the building. Had everyone else snuck out when I started kicking ass and asking questions? That was not something that boded well. I did not like being all
“What’s up?” he asked. His voice was quiet, as though he didn’t want anyone else to hear.
Since I wasn’t about to admit to staring at his body, I was left with no option, I shoved him off of his barstool. Caleb stumbled forward as I leapt to my feet and shoved him toward Bert.
“What in God’s name do you think you’re doing?” Caleb yelled, glaring at me. Clearly, all of our actions toward each other were going to be hostile. This was something I could deal with. Hostile was right in my wheelhouse. You might say I’ve perfected that course heading.
“Getting to the bottom of this,” I replied with a smirk. Bert glanced back at us and seemed to think watching a five-foot-nothing girl push a six-foot-plus Caleb across the bar to be hilarious. “What do you know and how does it pertain to me?” I asked Bert.
“Well… I know lots of things, and I’m sure most of them could pertain to you… if you like,” he replied, and the gleam in his eye made me feel like a caged bird being eyed by a hungry cat. What was with the creep count of this bar? I mean it wasn’t like I was dressed up or anything. I was wearing a black t-shirt and jeans under a blue overcoat that didn’t exactly hug my curves.
“Oh? What might that be?” I asked in my best sultry voice as I smiled seductively and took a step closer to Bert.
Bert stared at me stunned, mirroring Caleb’s reaction. All at once, a leer broke out on his face, and as he reached one sweaty hand toward me, I grabbed him by the collar of his shirt and slammed him face first into the table. Beer mugs and pretzels went flying. He’d definitely been drinking for a while and probably didn’t expect little old me to smash his two-hundred-fifty pound ass into the table. I put my face right next to his and the sour stink of beer and sweat made my stomach clench.
“You have one second to tell me about Ajax. Or else I’m going to do things to you you’ll wish I hadn’t. It will only be enjoyable for one of us. Here’s a hint, it won’t be you,” I said with a smile that bared my teeth.
Bert glanced from me to Caleb. Real fear was evident in his eyes as he struggled to move, his blue jean-clad legs kicking back and forth. He was no match for my magic-fueled strength. I could totally keep holding him down for the next two or three minutes. Maybe longer if someone got me a sandwich.
“Caleb, help me!” Bert rasped, his face pressed against the table as he spoke.
Caleb glanced from Bert to me and back again before shrugging. “Bitch be crazy,” he said.
Oh no he didn’t. I barely controlled the urge to beat Caleb over the head with Bert.
“W-what do you want to know?” Bert squealed, voice was tinged with fear, like a man who had pissed off a dog and gotten snapped at.
“I want to know where Ajax is. You know, the head honcho around here. I know you know who I’m talking about,” I said as Bert started to whimper.
“I don’t know who that is,” Bert squealed.
“No, no, no. Don’t lie or my girl here will get all kinds of rough with you. And trust me when I say she likes to get rough. It will be a very wild ride for you and something tells me you won’t like it nearly as much as I do,” Caleb said, his teeth flashing under the pink lighting so that it looked like his mouth was full of blood.
Yup, I was sure of it. I was going to shoot Caleb in the face with my shotgun. No judge in the world would convict me either.
“If I tell you, he’ll kill me,” Bert whined.
“Maybe you ought to be a bit more worried about her?” Caleb inquired innocently. I suddenly found it extremely odd that no one else said or did anything. That was when I realized we were the only three left in the building. Had everyone else snuck out when I started kicking ass and asking questions? That was not something that boded well. I did not like being all
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