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Ryder's POV : (part 2)
As we made our way to get food, multiple people had their eyes on Harley, and I hated it.
They way she walked with such a powerful aura was mesmerising, she looked like an angel.
But she was far from that. She was a deceiving seductress that had you rapped around her tiny little finger from the very first word she spoke to you, and I admired her for that.
As we sat down on a small booth at the back of the restaurant, two men to the side of us wolf whistled at Harley, while eyeing her up and down.
If only they knew that she would happily rip their eyes out of their sockets and display them in a case on her bedroom walls, calling it her own work of art.
She set down the menu she had been skimming through before turning to them, "I suggest you're careful about what comes out of those pretty little mouths, we wouldn't want them sewn shut, would we?"
I felt my face drop into a scowl. She called their mouths pretty, she never calls my mouth pretty.
She just threatened four big guys, and you're worrying about who she calls pretty? My self conscience scolded me.
"You're a feisty one aren't you darlin', how about you come over here and put that filthy mouth to some good use instead of pretty boy over there." He gestured towards me.
Men like him disgusted me. They thought they were on top of the world, and that any female should boy down to them.
Harley reached down under the table pulling a glistening object out of her shoe, placing it into her sleeve. She then got up and walked towards the table.
She pulled him up by his collar slowly and nodded towards the back door, she said something to the other one and he quickly followed.
Idiots.
Ten minutes later, Harley came back alone with the biggest smirk on her face. She slid the blood covered dagger back into her shoe and sat down like nothing had happened.
"They won't be frowning for along time, their smiles are a little permanent, a bit messy though." She smirked as I looked at her proudly.
After a couple minutes, a waitress came up to us. She had short black hair bobbed at her neck, and long slender legs on show. She was pretty, but not as pretty as Harley.
"Hello love, what can I get for you? My number is also included."
I was about to say that I wasn't interested, but then I saw that she wasn't talking to me. Her lust filled gaze was directed at Harley.
"I'll have the large whopper meal with a coke please."
The waitress turned to me, her face scrunched up in disgust, "And for you?"
"I'll have the same please." she wrote it down in her notepad while gently skimming her hand over Harley's shoulder.
Harley winked at her while I gaped at Harley.
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Sweet but Deadly (ON HOLD)
Action"If only you were the person you portrayed yourself to be. But you aren't. You're a pathetic excuse of a human, aren't you Ryder? Your anger slowly building up over the mere comments I've made. Are you that easily hurt? Like I said, pathetic."
