The Devils Heat

Chapter 8

Akari noticed the touchiness of Alexandr. "I said leave." She felt her chest get hot with anger. The dim street lights flickered. Of course, the bastard still would leave her girlfriend alone. He'd quieted down after the summer break of that year. Why was he starting to act up again?

Couldn't they just leave a couple alone?

"Aww. Why, though? Your little girlfriend's cute. She could put on quite the show for all of us. You included. Only if you don't fuck it up first." Then he shifted his attention back on Mira, bending down until she could feel his hot breath right on her temples as he tightened his grip on her hair, as she winced. "Yeah, sweety. You remember me, don't you? Like a good girl, huh?" he taunted.

Akari rose, grabbing his collar. "Let. go. of. her." Her voice was punctuated and sharp. She would've thrown him down and pummeled him til he would've needed new skeletal parts if it weren't for his hand tangled in Mira's hair. One wrong move and she would get hurt too.

"Now what if I don't?"

Akari heard Samara giggle. "Let go of her baby."

And he does. His hand easing out, both of them coming up on either side of his head, showing his acceptance of 'defeat'.

Akari turns around and sees the lady ushering Mira towards her, a small, almost unnoticed sigh escaping her lips.

Even before she could get a word out, even a thought of warning; Mira obliged, walking into open arms, looking for safety.

Samara warped her hands around Mira, in a way. Threateningly. She wasn't going to let go, was she? She leaned into Mira, chin resting on the crook of her neck, and Akari could see the slight shock and fear that occupied Mira's face.

Well now, we both have leverage, don't we?

Samara didn't look strong enough - or even have the guts - to hurt Mira. Mira was strong. She would manage if anything went out of hand.

Akari then whirled around planting a fist right into Alexandrs' face.

He stumbled backwards holding if face as crimson drops of blood stained his face and splattered his clothing.

She took a long step toward him, once again grabbing his collar with one hand, and his shoulder with the other; for leverage obviously. "Bet your dick's so small, you won't even feel this," she says her voice dripping with crossness. She closes the gap between them and slams a knee into his crotch.

A pathetic shriek ripped from his throat, and his face twisted in agony. He grabbed her, in hopes of remaining standing, but he dropped to his knee, clutching his groin, shaking.

She placed her dirtied-up Borleni shoes, right on his bleeding face, nudging him, falling backward onto the hard concrete. "Let go of her,' she addresses Samara without even looking at her.

Alexander lies on the floor, beaten and bruised, but still, a cocky grin splayed across his face.

"Damn girl," says the guy with the skateboard walks around her.

A small whimper of her name falls off Miras' lips, and Akari's heart freezes.

A/N: 😩