He called me Olivia.
My first name.
No one calls me by my first name.
And what's with that tone? God. It was frightening. I could still feel the goosebumps on my skin and not in a very good way.
"So? Is your fake boss coming or not?"
"He's not my fake boss." I grit my teeth. "You know you should thank me for saving the store. I was nothing but an innocent civilian minding my own business when those boneheads decided to ruin the night for me."
The Bounty Hunter who I've nicknamed mister narcissistic dickpants lit his cigarette and blows it in my face. "Are you fucking kidding me?" I say snatching his cigarette,
"You lie, you get smoke." He grins taking the cigarette back from me. "Look, I want no trouble. I am just doing my work. You confessed you fired the shots to hide your identity but I can't let you go unless you have proof that you did what you did because of what you say and not what I saw,"
Right the thing he saw. Me tying up that Hardy boy with a rope in the back of the store. Well, where was he when they pulled out the gun behind me? Both times.
"For the last time, Mr. dickpants I tied him because he tried to touch me. I hit him because he thought he could take advantage of me as his additional robbery game. Man, I caught you a free criminal just like that,"
He snorts, "And what do you want me to do? Praise you for being brave?"
I can't believe this guy. "You know sometimes it's good to acknowledge people who are facing their fears and fighting their own battles. It takes a lot of guts to protect yourself in times like this. The least you can do is say thank you. Because I did do your job," I point my finger at him.
He was shunned but before he could speak anything like a lame thank you because I reminded his asshole position in the city of assholes, spoiler alert he is the mayor. A roar of what sounds like motor wheels comes from a distance.
I turn my head away from Bounty dickpants Hunter and looked at the side of the highway from where the sound was coming. One minute it was a silent nowhere and now flashes of golden came from the left side of the road, the one leading toward the city.
My eyes squint at the rising debris that emerged under the speed of the bike. It crunched and stopped right in front of me. A broody, stubborn man who doesn't listen to anyone takes his helmet off and hands it to me. "Sup," He says flashing his teeth.
"Shut up," I hook the helmet safely in my hand. "Who told you to drive here? You know you could've got me out with that phone-"
"Sssh," he puts his finger on my lips, "I am not leaving you in the middle of nowhere with another man sweetheart," With that, he climbs out of his bike and heads to the entrance of the store where Bounty dickpants had parked his truck. "Stay here," Asher says but I follow him anyway.
He stops a couple of inches away from Bounty dickpants and turns to me, "In what way does 'stay here' mean follow me?"
"I am not following you. We're going in the same direction," I chime,
"I thought I told you to stay put,"
"And I thought this situation involved me. I am the one who needs to come clean even though I DID NOTHING WRONG," I said eyeing the bounty dickpants.
He shoots an unimpressive thumbs up in my direction then leans against his truck's side door. Bored. Asher pulls me back to his bike caging me between. "Listen, Mi Zorro. I am not going to play one of our cat-and-mouse games right now. I came here because people like them," he hooks his thumb over his shoulder pointing at the Bounty Hunter, "They don't fuck off easily. Even with paperwork, they will not leave you until they themselves find you innocent so, let me do my work and you wait here."
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The Good Bad Girl
Mystery / ThrillerCOMPLETED First was the marriage contract. Then came its terms and conditions. Now, I am a divorcee standing in the path of my revenge. Taking back everything that was mine from the start. My stepfather sold me in the name of saving his company. My...
