But this was unsurprising, as it was true that I was a dominant lover, even spanning throughout my long history. But since Amelia, naturally being the first mortal in my bed, well then there was no comparison. The urge to keep her in place and unable to take away my enjoyment as I made her mine and claimed her body, was just too tempting not to give in to. This was also helped by the fact that she also enjoyed it…immensely, for I always made sure of this fact before finding my own release.
But right now, it was time for a release of a very different, violent kind.
“Oh shit, not again.” I heard one of them mutter and from the looks of the sling around his arm, then it wasn’t surprising, nor was the fact that he started to back up.
“Let me guess, you’re the motherfucker missing a Ferrari?” The question came from the mezzanine level above and from who I expected to find walking closer to the rebar railings. Of course, his choice of insults had me questioning exactly what Amelia had said, for however it had happened, she had somehow managed to do business with this asshole.
I replied with a deadly grin,
“No, I am the horror story your boys will tell others when asked how you lost your life, should you choose not to co-operate of course…now where is my woman, Bryant?” I told him making him sneer down at me at the sound of his own name from my lips.
“I don’t know who the fuck you think you are or where the fuck you got that name but both just signed your fucking death warrant…’cause, unlike the last time someone walked in here and fucked with me, now we are all packing, asshole and from the looks of things, you look shit out of luck, as you should have brought a gun.” I smirked at this and told him with a confidence that cracked the air around me along with my knuckles,
“I don’t need luck, Bryant, just as…I don’t need a gun.” I let these last five words out with a demonic growl that made his eyes widen. Then I reached down and picked up an air line before ripping it from the air compressor it was attached to. As the first guy pulled a gun from the holster at his back, I swung the hose and hit him square in the chest with the impact gun that had been the tool the forced air had been used for.
He landed backwards into the tall red tool chest, knocking a set of wrenches off the top with a clatter of sound. By which time, I had started pulling the hose back to me, and was swinging the end of the tool ready for the next asshole. But then one came running at me from behind and I sidestepped with time to spare. This was so that when he passed me, I could then wrap the length of hose around his neck. After this I twisted my body downwards to one knee putting my back to his. The move took him with me and started to cut off his air supply.
It was only when I felt his body go limp that I let him go, just as the first rain of bullets started from both my level and the one above. So, I threw up a hand and stopped them in their path, making them drop to the floor like metal hailstones. And it was just as they were no doubt asking themselves how the fuck I had done it that I turned towards the closest car that they had been working on. It was one that was minus its wheels, hence the impact gun, and soon that wouldn’t be all that was missing.
I grabbed the open door to what I could now see was a Mercedes, ripped it from its hinge arms before using it to throw at the men who were all foolishly stood close to each other, making them one big target for me. The impact rocketed into them, knocking each man back into the wall of tools, just like their fallen colleague before them.
This also caused their guns to scatter along the floor and neither one looked like they were getting up from the hit anytime soon. Or if they knew what was good for them, they would simply fake their injuries.
After this I focused my attention on my intended target seeing now that the big man had gone pale.
Good, it was time fear played a part and like I said, it was time for his own horror story.
One that featured…
The Devil’s Right Hand.
Chapter 13
Bitter Irony
“Where is she?!” I snarled out the question dangerously, now focusing all my attention on who was known to the underground world of organized crime as Big B.
“I don’t know what the fuck you mean, one of my guys jacked that Ferrari from some chick yesterday,” he said obviously lying, as I granted him a knowing look before I told him,
“Now, I might have been inclined to believe you, however you’ve got two problems with that.”
“Oh yeah, and what are those, dickhead?!” he shouted back down at me.
“One is that my girl would never allow someone to steal from her and secondly…” I paused to motion to his broken men now bleeding on the floor and said,
“…this looks like her handy work.” And as if on cue one of them groaned in pain making Bryant sneer down at them before shaking his head as if they were all fucking useless.
“Now, unless you give me what I want, then you will join them and trust me when I tell you, asshole, you really don’t want to see me painting your fucking floor crimson, as I promise you…you wouldn’t like my idea of art,” I told him before I disappeared from his view and calmly made my way to the staircase beneath where he was stood.
“You a fucking cop?!” he shouted, and I laughed once and told him,
“Do I look like any fucking cop to you?”
“You look fucking insane and someone who needs a taste of lead in their brain!” he said training the gun on me as I slowly walked up the metal staircase that led to what I assumed was his office. But from the look of the slight tremor in his hand, by now he knew that having his gun was pointless. Naturally the sight of his fear made me grin before warning him,
“Oh Bryant, I am not insane…No, I am so much more than merely insane, something you will get a taste of should you decide not to tell me what I want to know…and fucking soon.”
“Fuck, tell me that she didn’t learn her fighting skills from you?” he shouted, finally admitting that he had seen her, which I knew was only the start.
“No, for if she had, then she would have slaughtered the lot of you.”
“Look, I did the girl a solid, gave her the fucking car she wanted and that was it. It was business, you want the Ferrari for my life, then fucking take it!” he said quickly, thinking that I was there for metal over flesh.
“Oh, I am taking it, but I didn’t come here for a fucking car…now, tell me where she is!” I roared this time after first snatching the gun, then throwing it so hard that it embedded in the wall. After that I grabbed the front of his jacket and yanked him hard into my fist held at his gut, so he doubled over with the pain.
“Fu…ck…I…fuck, I don’t…don’t fucking know, alright!” he said once he managed to get his breath back. I folded my arms and watched him as he struggled back to his feet, using the railings to aid him.
“Besides, if she is half as smart as I assume she is and seeing as it only took you a day to track her ass down, then you already know she would never tell me where she was headed.” I growled in frustration, knowing the asshole was right! Amelia was too smart to slip up like that. But then, just as I took another step towards him, I saw something there. It was in his eyes.
He knew something.