The Good Bad Girl

Chapter 14 When trouble has a crush on you

Oh, my god. 

It's like California in June.

I am so hot and so wet, I can't believe I just did that. I quickly rush out of the Gala and get inside my car. "Dammit," I wipe my face and rub a calming hand on my quickened heart. "Shut up, just shut up," I say patting my chest. "Don't beat for him. He's your ex-husband. The guy who was never there for you, remember?"

I can't with this. I won't feel whatever this is, Lust? or Want? For him? No, my goal is clear and I was clear. I meant it when I said I would kill him the next time he touched me then why am I shuddering at that thought? Why do I feel like my heart would break if anything happened to him?

Something is clearly wrong with me. 

I draw the windows down and leave a quick message to Klaus. "Saw the bird and crushed his one wing," I write in a coded message. Klaus will understand its meaning and the necessary precautions he needs to take for tonight. 

It's all because I let him run. One mistake from my side has given an extra hours of work to Klaus. I should've killed him when I had the chance. Crushing his eye wasn't my plan but I couldn't let him go like that. He provoked me and I fought back. 

Even though he escaped tonight, I am not disheartened at losing him. I have made him lose his eye, that's one step closer to his demise. He needs to see the world now with a dent in his features that he used to be so proud of. Mother fucker was gloating about his plan against me, but he doesn't know I am letting him live for now because there are others that need to die first.

I want to take my sweet time in tormenting him. As a stepdaughter whom he took for granted, I will make him miserable. I owe it to the young woman inside me who survived that monster. I am going to make him pay for every fucking year, he thought I was helpless. 

Klaus soon texts back with a thumbs-up emoji and a series of coordinates for a new secret location. I release a breath and rest my back against the seat. I can't go back to the warehouse today. It's a protocol that I have to follow and with my carelessness in wrestling my husband, Klaus has to stay up the whole night cleaning it up. 

I didn't give much thought to it. Regrets and guilt always find their way in me but tonight I don't want to dwell on it. 

I already have a lot of things on my plate and any additional guilt will only overwhelm me to the point of no return. I let my eyes take some rest as I asked the driver to follow the new coordinates.

An hour later, I was in a motel. Completely raw with molded wallpapers, creaking hardwood floors, and a smell that either concludes people are cooking meth or I just stink. There was a gas station across the street and a 7-Eleven store. 

I quickly changed my dress and wore an extra outfit I had on the car before walking across the seat to the store. I had a cap on and a surgical mask to hide my face from the camera. I take a look around at the empty country road before crossing the street and making my way inside.

I open the door and walked straight to the food section. There were different varieties of chips and crackers on the shelves. Sausages and other meat products which is an immediate no. I turn away from the junk food section and went further inside the row to browse. 

Ten minutes in, I finally found something to eat. A ramen and some nachos. I pick the nachos from the upper shelf and the ramen from the bottom before going back to the cash register. 

Half-way to the register I hear something. A loud voice banging the table and asking for cash. Instinctively, I take a step back careful not to make a sound. I put the items on the floor with minimum noise and peeked through the gap between two of the shelves diagonal to me.

One guy in a black hoodie by the counter. Desperately banging the table with his hand. I ran my eyes lower to his other arm for any weapon that he might be carrying and indeed he was. A gun with no safety lock.

Excellent. Can this night get any worse?

"Put your hands up," someone says from behind me. My body stills for a second before regaining. It isn't until I feel pressure on my lower back that I realize he has a weapon too. 

I really shouldn't have tried my luck out here with that question. 

"Don't make me repeat myself," he says again but in a low whisper as if he doesn't want his partner to see him take me. I mark this thought in my head as I put my hands up careful not to slip my cap. There's a camera right behind the dairy section. We're hidden but I rather not take a chance. 

The guy pulls me out of the back door without provoking any attention. It isn't until I am all the way out that he pushes me near the wall and stands in front of me. If he tries anything funny with me, I swear I am going to make him regret it.

"Take your cap off," he says. I drop my arm and looked at him. Now that we're out without any camera in sight, I am free to move. "Hey! I didn't tell you to drop your arms,"

"There are a lot of things that we didn't say to each other but we're still doing, isn't it?" I smile while cracking my neck sideways. "Okay, here's what gonna happen. I am going to give two choices,"

He laughs.

"One. Give me the knife, take your partner, and leave." I say which only made him laugh even more. He moves in a circle before standing straight in front of me. Oh, the overestimated ego of some men towards women would definitely land them in a pit someday.

As for this crackhead, my kick is enough. 

"What is the second option? Call my partner and have a threesome with you?"

"You really shouldn't have said that," I crack my knuckles. 

"What are you going to-" I didn't let him finish as I strike a punch right in his face. He stumbles back while holding his nose. "You bitch,"

"Oh, there we go. When strength doesn't obey your ego you people stoop down to name-calling. Ridiculous," I say landing another punch in his sternum, an elbow hit on his head, and a knee strike before he collapses to the floor. "Should've let me complete then interrupting me with your sick jokes," I crouch down to his level. 

His face was covered in blood from his broken nose and two cuts that I gave with my knee. He was holding his stomach in agony as I grip his hair and bring his face closer to me, "The next time you try something like this I hope you remember this night because I am going to make it very special for you," 

His eyes widened and there was the fear that I saw in Benedict's eyes today. It ignites this animal inside me that doesn't feel any emotion toward the world. This is what I have become, not the stupid heart-fluttering lass who can't handle a small touch by her husband. 

Ex-Husband. What is wrong with you?

My anger of tonight leashes into this guy. I pull his hair urging him to look up at the night sky. "If you scream, I am going to make it even more painful for you,"