All right. Adventure her ass.
The only redeeming quality about Blade was the fact that he chewed with his mouth closed. They were eating burgers and fries at some dump in Nowheresville, Alabama. She sat and stared at him now, watching him eat. Why? Because he was giving her the silent treatment like a pissy second grader.
Well that was just fine. That was just fine, indeed.
She narrowed eyes at him as she stuffed a fry into her mouth. Was he really going to act like this? She tried to be considerate and give him a way out and the only thing she succeeded at doing was insulting him. He might as well be a PMSing woman.
Whatever.
She shoved another fry in her mouth, and chewed slowly. She started making funny faces at Blade, hoping to get his attention so he would stop pouting and ignoring her. As with most of her plans, it backfired.
“If you keep acting like that, people are going to think I'm your babysitter rather than your boyfriend.”
This of course got her to stop. She huffed out a breath. “Right.” She stood up and walked out of the little food joint they'd stopped at and headed for the car. She discovered it was locked. Scowling, she muttered curses under her breath about how men are the scum of the earth and so on. She leaned against the car, facing the entrance of the... well, you can't really call it a building.
She crossed her arms over her chest, only just realizing how chilly it was outside. As she muttered another curse, a man stumbled over to her. She immediately tensed up, and watched the man closely as he stopped a couple feet in front of her.
“Hey there darlin', you interested in a good time?” he slurred, swaying on his feet.
She shrugged nonchalantly, and hoped he couldn't hear her heart pounding in her chest. “Not really.”
“Well why the hell not?” he raised his voice.
“Uh... I'm, er, here with somebody. Sorry.”
He looked around, as did she, and when he brought his eyes back to her and slowly slide them down her body, she shivered. She knew he was easing closer, even though she kept her eyes on his. Her body was completely alert, ready and waiting for the attack.
Remember what you were taught, Taylor. Don't Panic. Do. Not. Panic.
He reached a hand out, and she had a split second to study it before he grabbed a handful of her hair and yanked it painfully. She bit her lip to keep from yelping. The man had dirty fingernails, she thought. A man with dirt under his fingernails was a man you didn't want to run into. She held her breath as he brought her face closer to his. She could smell the alcohol oozing out of his pores.
“Well, I don't think that somebody would mind if we had ourselves a little fun, now would they?”
She had her knee poised and ready to kick this disgusting man where the sun don't shine when another voice interrupted.
“I do mind, actually. Please remove your hands, sir.” He said it politely, but she heard the underlying steel in his tone. Before she could even register what was happening, the man twisted her around to where her back was pressed to his front. She felt the knife pressed at her throat, and though her life was at stake, the only thing she could think was, How cliché.
She focused on quieting her breathing; she already felt blood from where the knife was being held seeping down her neck. She focused on Blade's face and saw something that had her going pale. His eyes were iced over with quiet fury, but even worse, he held a nine millimeter semi-automatic pistol.
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The Hunted
AçãoShe was alone, and needed someone. He was alone, and needed no one. And when they meet, everything they ever believed comes crashing down around them.
