Shadows and Sinners | A Striker x Reader Story

Do you?!

Striker was grinning like someone possessed. His crazed look even made the moist sinner shrink back in fear, muttering, "It ain't like that man..."

Striker strode forward, backing the sinner against the graffitied wall of a building, "So tell me, what exactly is it like? Because it ain't looking too good from here."

I watched as Striker loomed over the sinner, snarling, "Do you think it's fun to grab women without their consent?"

When the sinner didn't reply, Striker snatched their wrist, saying more loudly, "Do you?!"

Then with a sickening snap, he wrenched the sinner's wrist, effectively breaking it. My stomach lurched at the sound, but I clamped my lips firmly shut. The sinner screamed, knees buckling with the pain. Striker released the poor wretch and towered over his crumpled form.

"Let that be a lesson. Next time, I'll take the damn thing and shove it down your throat." He growled. 

Then he turned towards me. His grin was softer now, and he held out his hand for me to take. It was the same hand he had broken the sinner's wrist with. His voice was soft, almost as if trying to lure a scared animal out of hiding, "Come on, darlin'. Let's go home."