Page 5 of SNOB

I know that sound. I heard it just moments ago.

The smell of ginger and vanilla fill my nose. Sweet with a hint of spice. It tempts my palate as the air stills and I can hear a shaky breath once the sirens settle.

My eyes shift to my left, meeting that fiery gaze again.

TWO

MAC

It’s her.

The streetlights catch her eyes revealing a dazzling green.

Then, my heart does what it did the first time. It speeds up like I’m on Gray’s shit.

“Y-you—” she stutters, her voice as shaky as her breath but that raspiness makes her sound as angelic as I’d imagined. “Y-you—” She looks about my age, a high schooler, but the sight of the rest of her body from beyond that door is hard to ignore.

Her curves dip in all the right places, red curls blowing in the wind like wildfire. She already has a rack the girls at my school would kill for and I can tell from here she’s not stuffing. Matter fact, this girl’s a far cry from the frail, thin girls skipping breakfast at school. But the way she holds that gun doesn’t match. It’s like if the wind shifted the wrong way, the weight would topple her.

Cute.

She grips the hunk of metal hard, the tip of her shaky fingers as white as my shoes. “You’ll pay for what you did to my uncle,” she says, her deathly stare locked on mine. “You’ll pay for what you did to us.”

Jake Everett’s niece.

“Oh, really?” Despite the pounding of my heart, I’m about to remind her that McKinsleys don’t intimidate. “Just how might I be doing that?” I ask, my eyes on her lips as I take the cigarette away from mine. They’re full. Plump. Juicy. Begging to be bruised. “Where’d you get that thing? The local crackhead?”

“Shut up,” she spits. “Don’t say another word or I’ll do it.”

With a step towards her, that scent intensifies. So does the heat on my face. She looks even better up close. An angel. One I want to ruin and bring to the depths of hell.

Her hands tremble more the closer I get and when I’m in front of her, she speaks again. “You ruined my life.” I’m so close that her breath falls on my lips making something inside me twist. “Take another step and I swear I’ll make it even.”

“Well, if I take another step my lips might be on yours.” She’s taller than I expected up close but I still tower over her. I make sure she knows it as I lower my head to her ear so she hears every word. “Except you’re Grim Valley grime. Tasting your tongue will be like tasting filth. And I bet your cunt tastes the same as?—”

POW!

My eyes shoot up from those lips to her widened eyes.

My body stiffens but… I don’t feel a thing.

She missed.

My smirk grows. “Just like your uncle, you’re a weak shot.”

Her entire body shakes in response as she glances at the door behind me. She must know she’s on a time limit. There’s no way the guys didn’t hear that. The grip around what I now know is a loaded gun tightens, defiance in her eyes.

I slide to my left, my eyes on the gun. I don't know if she’ll shoot again but I know better than standing in the line of fire.

“Don’t move!” It’s a faint yell through her gritted teeth.

She cocks the gun again and I’ve let this go on far too long. “Shoot that thing again and being a stubborn bitch will be the least of your concerns.” No one in Paradise Hill dare step to me, much less with a firearm. I’ll have to train this one myself. “What’s best for you is if you put that down and drop to your knees. I’ll pull out my cock and you can apologize by putting those fat lips to use.”

She scowls. “What’s best for me is your body on the floor. Since I’m the one with the gun, you should be on your knees. Begging. Pleading.”

My stomach stirs. She sounds as fucked up as I am. “You first.” Taking a small step towards her, my eyes fall to the gun, noting how it sits in her grasp. “And seeing the way you choked on that shot tells me you’ll have a lot of trouble when you choke on my cock.” My fingers graze hers when I reach for the gun, a spark coming with it.

She gasps, taking a step back, her hand tighter around the metal. “Don’t!”

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