Handled

Chapter Three

"He has no money. Not my fault you didn't get paid up front, girl. Now leave, before I decide to kick your ass just for making me come down here." I growled before slamming the door of the car into Brenda's crying face. 

Tears. Tears. Tears. 

I was surrounded by tears. 

Brenda actually wasn't a prostitute. 

No, she was an 18 year old college student, and she was not happy about finding Bryan's pictures of his wife shoved into his underwear drawer. 

I cannot even. 

I rubbed a tired hand down my face, wincing at the bruise on my cheek, and the cut on my lip. 

Brenda also had fight in her, not enough to overcome my rage, but enough that she got two good hits in before I threw her through the broken window and out onto the lawn. 

By the time I had stumbled out of the house, both she and Bryan were sobbing on the lawn. 

My fucking world. 

I watched as she sped off in her mini copper, her middle finger clearly seen as she zoomed away. 

"Fuck you, too."

Bryan was finally inside of his house. I had taken his phone and cut his wifi, telling his horny ass to sit down and play some fucking solitaire, instead of trying to bone every girl of every age in a five mile radius. 

It was barely 1, and I still needed to get to work. 

I was probably going to have to call a- 

I turned, shocked. 

He was still here. 

Leaned against the side of his car, like he wasn't in a suit, and like he hadn't just watched me commit multiple acts of assault. 

His face was stone, unmoved, his arms across his chest tightly. 

But his eyes. 

His eyes were fucking lit up like Christmas trees. 

I knew that look. 

The one most people gave me after realizing I was prime fucking entertainment. 

I slowly made my way towards him, trying to ignore the light pain in my side. I definitely needed to hit a gym, Brenda could have given me a run for my money. 

I stopped in front of him. 

"I'm surprised you didn't leave." I start slowly, my eyes dragging up his wide muscled frame, before landing on those damning eyes. 

"It crossed my mind." His face didn't even twitch, he wasn't going to bust out laughing and immediately start asking me questions. 

He just looked. 

Surprised is all. 

I crossed my arms, mirroring him, even though he had me by a whole foot and my neck was craned to the max to look up at him. 

"I'm almost interesting in knowing what you think this all was" I start, watching as his cheek twitched slightly. 

A smile bloomed on my face. 

He didn't answer. 

"Did you think I was married? Or maybe we were dating? Or maybe I'm that person on Craig's List that you hire to beat you up?"

"Don't think that's a thing" he stated slowly, his eyes winding around me with a whole new intent. 

I had not been what he had expected. 

At all. 

I scoff, "oh that is most certainly a thing. So much of a thing that I've had to taser people of that thing. Trust me." I smiled, "thank you for staying, anyone else would have left after I threw Brenda out of the window."

"Brenda needed to be thrown out of a window."

"Brenda almost beat my ass. Fucking kids and those damn kick boxing classes, everyone wants to be in shape now, makes fighting people so much fucking harder, you don't even know."

"And you're sure your not on Craig's List?" 

I throw my head back and laugh, as I make my way around the side of his car, going for the passenger seat. "I'm a professional, Craig's List is for amateurs." 

I think he might have actually smiled as I dropped into my seat.