coming over later to get nasty so I wanted to save my energy for that.
She was cool, for the most part. She was still stripping, much to my annoyance. Now she was working two jobs, and as a result, she was struggling at the office because she was half asleep most days. My patience was waning. The last thing I needed was for Ryan to find out she was stripping and I knew about it the whole time but I never told him. I’d be a dead man.
I didn’t tell anyone we were sleeping together because it was no one’s business. And Ryan and Janice couldn’t get mad because their sister was a damn whore. She’d done a lot of things in the bedroom a normal chick wouldn’t do. Someone had obviously burned her like me. That was why we were so much alike.
My phone rang in my pocket so I pulled it out, expecting Laura to send me another nasty pic. She usually took pictures backstage at the club wearing slutty lingerie. It was something for me to look forward to later that night.
But it wasn’t her. Cassandra’s name was on the screen.
I stared at it, watching it ring over and over. Why the hell was she calling me? What did she want? I should just ignore it but I couldn’t. I kept staring at it. If I picked up, what should I say? I felt paralyzed on my couch, dealing with a phone call I didn’t want. I didn’t want to see her or talk to her ever again, so what could she possibly want to discuss?
I finally unlocked the screen and answered it. “Yo.” Yo? Why the hell did I just say that?
“Mike?” She sounded distressed.
“Yours truly.”
“Mike, I’m so sorry to call you but I didn’t know what else to do…”
The hair on the back of my neck stood up. A shot of adrenaline kicked in. “Are you okay?”
“Yeah, I’m fine. But…Zander’s outside my apartment and he won’t leave. I don’t know how he figured out where I lived. I would just take care of it myself and beat him senseless, but I have a feeling that’s exactly what he wants me to do. Once I open the door, he’ll overpower me and get inside…”
Anger surged through my body in a huge wave. My hands shook and I started to see red. I was about to rip someone’s head off. That fucking piece of shit was going to pay for messing with her. I’d shatter his skull right in the middle of the hallway. I’d feed his brains to a homeless dog.
“Mike?”
“I’m coming.” I hung up then sprinted out of my apartment.
When I got inside the elevator, I paced back and forth through the tiny enclosure, my fists tight. I was breathing hard, ready to go ape-shit crazy. My left eyebrow was twitching because I was so insane.
The doors finally opened and I dashed out. I changed into an old t-shirt because I knew it was going to be covered in blood. I didn’t bring a knife or gun because I wanted to strangle this guy with my bare hands.
When I saw him leaning against the wall, facing her apartment, his arms across his chest, my head exploded. I rushed him, my feet thudding heavily on the hard wood floor.
He jerked at the sound and his eyes widened. He dodged out of the way then hit the opposite wall.
“You fucking shit head.” I grabbed him by the neck and slammed his head into the wall.
His eyes saw stars for a moment before he punched me in the gut. I flexed and deflected the blow. He kicked me next but I didn’t notice the pain. I was too livid. I punched him square in the nose and made his head jerk up. The blood squirted out, staining my shirt.
He tried to move down the hallway, heading to the stairwell, but I tripped him then grabbed him by the ankle, dragging him back. I started laughing maniacally, high-pitched, and full of pleasure and joy. I never stopped thinking about the way he hurt Cassandra in that alleyway. I never forgot the bruises and cuts on her face. And I would never forget it. “I’m going to enjoy this so fucking much.” I stomped on his hand, breaking two fingers.
He screamed as they bent in an odd way.
“Fucking
She was cool, for the most part. She was still stripping, much to my annoyance. Now she was working two jobs, and as a result, she was struggling at the office because she was half asleep most days. My patience was waning. The last thing I needed was for Ryan to find out she was stripping and I knew about it the whole time but I never told him. I’d be a dead man.
I didn’t tell anyone we were sleeping together because it was no one’s business. And Ryan and Janice couldn’t get mad because their sister was a damn whore. She’d done a lot of things in the bedroom a normal chick wouldn’t do. Someone had obviously burned her like me. That was why we were so much alike.
My phone rang in my pocket so I pulled it out, expecting Laura to send me another nasty pic. She usually took pictures backstage at the club wearing slutty lingerie. It was something for me to look forward to later that night.
But it wasn’t her. Cassandra’s name was on the screen.
I stared at it, watching it ring over and over. Why the hell was she calling me? What did she want? I should just ignore it but I couldn’t. I kept staring at it. If I picked up, what should I say? I felt paralyzed on my couch, dealing with a phone call I didn’t want. I didn’t want to see her or talk to her ever again, so what could she possibly want to discuss?
I finally unlocked the screen and answered it. “Yo.” Yo? Why the hell did I just say that?
“Mike?” She sounded distressed.
“Yours truly.”
“Mike, I’m so sorry to call you but I didn’t know what else to do…”
The hair on the back of my neck stood up. A shot of adrenaline kicked in. “Are you okay?”
“Yeah, I’m fine. But…Zander’s outside my apartment and he won’t leave. I don’t know how he figured out where I lived. I would just take care of it myself and beat him senseless, but I have a feeling that’s exactly what he wants me to do. Once I open the door, he’ll overpower me and get inside…”
Anger surged through my body in a huge wave. My hands shook and I started to see red. I was about to rip someone’s head off. That fucking piece of shit was going to pay for messing with her. I’d shatter his skull right in the middle of the hallway. I’d feed his brains to a homeless dog.
“Mike?”
“I’m coming.” I hung up then sprinted out of my apartment.
When I got inside the elevator, I paced back and forth through the tiny enclosure, my fists tight. I was breathing hard, ready to go ape-shit crazy. My left eyebrow was twitching because I was so insane.
The doors finally opened and I dashed out. I changed into an old t-shirt because I knew it was going to be covered in blood. I didn’t bring a knife or gun because I wanted to strangle this guy with my bare hands.
When I saw him leaning against the wall, facing her apartment, his arms across his chest, my head exploded. I rushed him, my feet thudding heavily on the hard wood floor.
He jerked at the sound and his eyes widened. He dodged out of the way then hit the opposite wall.
“You fucking shit head.” I grabbed him by the neck and slammed his head into the wall.
His eyes saw stars for a moment before he punched me in the gut. I flexed and deflected the blow. He kicked me next but I didn’t notice the pain. I was too livid. I punched him square in the nose and made his head jerk up. The blood squirted out, staining my shirt.
He tried to move down the hallway, heading to the stairwell, but I tripped him then grabbed him by the ankle, dragging him back. I started laughing maniacally, high-pitched, and full of pleasure and joy. I never stopped thinking about the way he hurt Cassandra in that alleyway. I never forgot the bruises and cuts on her face. And I would never forget it. “I’m going to enjoy this so fucking much.” I stomped on his hand, breaking two fingers.
He screamed as they bent in an odd way.
“Fucking
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