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Pulling up to Vera's house. I park at the gate way and slip out. My now blood- tears stained suit shirt hugs at my tensed form.
My 9mm in one hand. I look around the yard while running up the driveway trying not to make any bad moves. Quick as I flash in the dark night, I glaze over at the unrecognized car, Her fathers. My jaw clicks in place and I walk to the front door pushing the already opened door a bit.
Peeking through. I look around. A frown on my eyebrows seeing he isn't in view. Stepping in and keeping the gun at bay. I look around, The sofa pillows are thrown over showing an empty safe—My head snaps to the left, the kitchen. I hear glass shattering, and grunts. Almost tip toeing— Almost—I see him. Back turned against me, Just like I wanted him to be.
Quickly reaching up with my right arm.
I took his neck in a headlock and pressed the cold barrel of the gun to his temple. He let out a shrill kinda whisper, the sound a man makes just before he pisses himself. "God." He whispers and my ego grows.
Loved knowing he was such a pussy and at the first sign of threat put the fear of God into him.
"Shh," I hushed him and tightened my grip so he'd stop his struggles to get free.
"Father to father. Man to man. I got your daughter— at home with a busted lip, blood dripping nose and bloody ears. She tells me it was you who did it."
I snarled in his ear. His adam's apple scraped against my forearm as he swallowed hard.
That's right you son of a bitch God can't help you now.
"I'm her father." His drunken voice tried to say it strong, but of course it is a blurted mess of dog shit. My grip only tightens. Ready to strangle him until there is no more life inside his worthless ass.
"You see, That's where you're just went fuckin' wrong. That woman you hit tonight, she might still have your fuckin' blood, but she ain't your daughter now. She'll be safe under my house roof and protected from anything that might fucking hurt her for the rest of her life and I promise you that."
My voice was low, almost rough to understand, but I spoke close to his ear so he wouldn't miss a word. I feel the shiver that runs down his body with every breath he takes.
I tightened my hold on his neck till he gasps for breath and then I shoved the barrel of my gun into his open mouth until he chokes on it. My only smile grows.
"Sh," I ordered when he let out a scared little yelp at my tight grip.
Asshole.
"I got a motherfuckin' breathtaking woman to get home to and I did promise her that I'll only throw your ass into prison to rott for the rest of your life, but hears what I would have loved too do. I would end your life with my bare fuckin' hands so I can have the honor of feeling' your life leaving your body. You get me?"
