SLAM HER(29)

The second I saw Kyle turn to look at the broken window, I struck.

I stood and jumped forward, throwing a right punch that landed on his jaw. He lifted off the ground, arms flailing. All I thought about was him swinging at Belle.

I walked to him as he was on his ass.

“What the hell…”

I dropped down with a knee to his balls. He crunched forward and I swung again, busting his nose like a water balloon. I grabbed his throat and held him down. I could’ve f*cking broken his throat and neck right then but I held back.

“You f*cking piece of shit,” I growled. “You ever go near Belle again and you will be killed. Do you understand me?”

I let him go and stood up. He reached with his hands; they were shaking with fear.

“She’s my girlfriend.”

Oh, that was the wrong thing to say to me.

I grabbed Kyle and lifted him to his feet with ease. He was so much shorter than me I had him off his feet to put him eye level.

“No she’s not,” I said. “You don’t own her. You don’t think about her. You don’t contact her. She’s nothing to you. Understand?”

“Wait wait wait…”

I turned and threw Kyle onto the hood of his car. I swung three hard rights, crack after crack after crack to his face. I backed away and Kyle climbed up on the hood and curled up like a baby, weeping uncontrollably.

“Do you understand me?” I asked again.

I could feel his blood on my knuckles. It felt good. It felt like revenge.

I stepped toward the car and Kyle kicked back. He was resting on the damn windshield, his face covered in tears and blood.

“You stay away,” I said. I reached back and took out my gun. “Or else this is next.”

“Please, stop,” Kyle said. “Please. I’ll do anything.”

I reached for and grabbed his chicken bone ankle and pulled him down the hood of the car. He let out a scream so I swung and hit him with the gun. The thud made me shiver for a second. And it made me smile.

“You’re going to give me your wallet and your cell phone. When you get home you’re going to call the police and say that a man in a black hoodie mugged you. Just like what happened outside the restaurant that Belle works at. I’m going to leave your wallet and cell a mile down the road. You can get it later. I’m memorizing where you live and I’ll find out everything. You think you’re a computer geek, you don’t know what I’m capable of. I’ll burn your life down piece by f*cking piece, *. And if you ever raise a hand to a woman again, I’ll be there to cut that f*cking hand off. And if you ever so much as think about Belle again, I’ll put a bullet in your head. Do you understand me now?”

“Yes,” Kyle said. “Jesus Christ, yes. Please…”

“Good.”

I put the gun away and I stood Kyle up. I walked him to the driver’s side of the car. I was going to end it right there but then the f*cking prick looked back at me.

“You’ll never get away with this,” he said. “I have connections.”

“Yeah? Well here’s another connection…”

I pulled Kyle back and then threw him through the back window of the car. His head smashed the glass and he just dangled there in the window. I quickly checked for a pulse and found one.

Thankfully.

I then dug through his car and found what I wanted. I deleted Belle’s number from his phone and made it a point to get her a new cell.

And that was that.

I walked away feeling a little calmer about myself. It was good to feed the rage sometimes. It was good to feel alive on the streets that I had lived on my entire life and worked so hard to protect. It felt good to know Belle was going to be safe again.

But now… I had to go face her and begin to destroy her.





nineteen



(belle)



NOW



I paced the apartment a million times. I fixed the table and chairs were Kyle had tried to do something disgusting to me. Never before had he acted that way. When he left, I collapsed to the floor and started to cry. I actually started to blame myself for what happened, thinking I had done something to lead him on. To make him think he could just do all that to me.

Then something flipped in my head.

Fuck. That.

It was a loud and clear voice.

It was Slam’s voice.

I wasn’t going to be a victim anymore. Not for Kyle. Not for my father. Not for my life either. So that’s when I called Slam. Honestly I wanted to see what he would say and do. What I had done though was ask a bad guy to do something good for me. There was no such thing as that. Whatever Slam planned on doing it was going to be bad. Very bad. I had unleashed a monster onto Kyle.

Seeing how fast Slam went to work, telling me to call Kyle and get him to pull over told me he was a pro at this kind of stuff. It made every wild fantasy about him hotter and made the reality of him being a criminal that much more real. Not that Slam hid that from me. He wore his leather cut which was nothing more than a big middle finger to the entire town and world, saying he was an outlaw and couldn’t be stopped.

I wanted Kyle to pay. And I wanted him to stay away from me.

I was left with no choice but to wait. Either Slam was going to do something or he was going to get caught doing something. I had no idea how it was going to play out, and the truth was that it all excited me. Looking into the eyes of a villain and wanting him so badly. Being the daughter of a cop and flirting with the other side of the law.