Page 9 of Savage Hero

I give myself a mental shake, and then yank out the pins holding her light-colored hair against her scalp. I’m not sure if it’s because I want to run my hands through those silky-looking strands, or because I want to further unveil the identity of this mysterious woman.

“Name,” I say again.I’ve never had to ask someone twice. Usually, people offer up information before I get a chance to ask a single question.

Instead of answering, she tries to punch me. This time, I’m ready. I shift out of the way, grab her wrist, and spin her around. She lets out anoomphwhen I shove her face-first against the wall.

“I won’t ask again,” I say, putting my mouth right by her ear.

“Save your voice, Papi. I’m sure you have plenty of death threats to hand out after lunch.”

What the fuck is this girl’s problem? Maybe I should get the baby again, threaten to wring its neck like a fucking chicken. Would that—?

Her elbow connects with my stomach. It’s another solid blow, but it doesn’t wind me like she expected. At least, that’s what I assume. But it seems all she was after was another two inches of room between her and the wall so she could twist around and try to kick me in the balls.

She punches me, I block. I grab her throat, she slams her foot down on my toes.

A second later, she launches herself at me, wraps her legs around my waist, and grabs my shoulders like she wants to kiss me.

I won’t lie—I already have a semi. I might not even have stopped her if she’d tried.

Violence does that to me.

But instead of sticking her tongue down my throat, she head butts me.

Right. In. The. Fucking. Nose.

Pain bursts through my skull a second before blood pumps out of my nose like a fire hydrant someone just totaled with their car.

“Bitch!” I stagger back, and she slides off me and leaps for the door.

I catch the back of her baggy jacket, but she sheds it like a lizard losing its tail. Blood sprays against her blonde hair as I yell out and dart after her. I catch her a second before she can turn the handle, yank her back, and kick her feet out from under her.

She falls, hitting her head on the rim of the big steel dog bath on the way down. Her gasp sends a cold thrill through me, and I’m on top of her a second later even as she writhes in pain and clutches at her head.

I pin her with my body, trapping her legs between my thighs and her wrists at her side. When I lean over, blood from my gushing nose patters down on her face.

“Sick fuck!” she belts out, closing her eyes and spitting out the blood that lands in her mouth.

“Name.” I stay over her like that, my semi growing harder and harder as she wriggles furiously under me. “Or do you prefer bitch?”

She lets out a frustrated yell.

“Last chance, Angel.” But for some reason, she’s immune to my threats.

Perhaps because that’s all I’m doing.Threatening. I’ve never had to resort to threats. People around here know what happens when I don’t get what I want.

I guess this girl has never heard of Caesar Domingo.

Time to up the stakes.

I run my hand down the front of her body, squeezing her breasts. Trying to—they’re flattened against her chest. Her mouth crooks up when I let out a frustrated sound.

“Looking for something?” she quips.

“You’ve still got a cunt.”

Her nostrils flare, and she starts jiving around under me, her teeth gritting when she doesn’t succeed in getting herself loose. I rip open the top button of her jeans and shove my hand down the front of her pants.

I expect to find a pussy.

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