Recluse Protection

Chapter 39

"Walk bitch." Hunter snarls, the butt of his pistol slamming into my skull, I stumble, nearly hitting the ground before growling at him.

"Fuck off, asshole." I snarl spinning to face him. I'm not letting him bring me to hell again; I'm stronger than that! His eyes narrow on mine as he adjusts his grip on the pistol.

"I don't mind putting an extra hole in you, tempt me whore." Nothing but a whore, that's all you'll ever be known as. I force a tense laugh out, glaring at him angrily.

"Do it, I dare you asshole. I'm not afraid of you and your bullshit. Shoot me, ruin the game you want to play." I growl, shifting my stance, my hands move to unclip the heels letting them fall. You're stronger, you know how to handle yourself, you can fight.

"Tsk, Tsk, you're playing a dangerous game for a girl who's gonna be spreading her legs for a living." He growls, slamming the pistol onto the hood of his Jeep making me growl. Why can't you be dumb and just keep it on your person? Be stupid! My eyes narrowed on his as he moved closer pulling his jacket from his form.

"That's what you think is going to happen. I'd like to see you try." A malicious grin covers his features making me narrow my eyes at him.

"I already had you down on your knees once, do you really think it'll be all that hard? You love being a whore." Don't let him win, he wants you mad he wants you irrational. The reminder does little for me as I circle around, watching him move, trying to stalk me.

"I was only on my knees to play you. I have to say I'm winning; I know your kinks and your turn ons. You like a woman who's soft and cute, one who can't defend herself just so you can smack her around and give her some flowers to make it all better." It's my turn to grin watching as a vein on his forehead, his jaw ticking. "Does that sound familiar? Maybe it reminds you of Timothy?" I taunted seeing him launch towards me. I rolled out of the way, bouncing up. I know your size packs punches but it sure as hell doesn't pack the speed you need to pin me.

"What do you know about that whiny prick? He was only good for a punching bag." Hunter sneers as he rounds watching me, his eyes calculating me and my form carefully, a glint appearing. I don't think I have the upper hand for him underestimating me anymore.

"He's a hell of a lot better than your ass. He's a good person, what do you got? A body full of steroids? Little dick syndrome? You aren't even that good looking, you condescending low life." I sneer watching his cheeks flush, jaw ticking. He raises his fists, more than ready to fight. He might even mean it. My eyes narrow as I watch him, letting him set the pace, moving to circle again, he's focused on the fight now.

"I don't have a little dick." He growled and I laughed at him, raising my hands, watching him and his every move.

"No you just have a flaccid one. Don't think I didn't notice you making a trip to the restroom and feeling me up for a solid twenty minutes. You need that little blue pill to help you out." That does it, that's all the encouragement he needs he moves in, swinging out in succession working to catch me off guard. Grunting out as his fist catches my ribs I work to use my skills to my advantage. Take him out quick, don't let him win, not now. He moves back and I kick out, delivering a blow to his hip, listening as he screams.

"Bitch!" He howled with a glare, limping now as he moved.

"You scream like one. Can't even handle pain. What kind of man are you?" My taunts are bound to get me in a world of hurt watching as his anger swells.

"The one who's gonna make you his bitch." He starts lunging my way forcing me back towards the house and I growl, raising my hands in defense as best as I can. Don't let him overpower you, just wait, strike his knee, take him out.