Page 10 of Hunt for You

And that made me smile again.

Good thing, since that little high would have to sustain me for quite some time, since it washoursafter she left before that shrivel-dick finally lumbered out of the gym.

He was one of those meat-heads who wore bike shorts and tank tops that didn’t even cover his nipples. So thick and ‘roided out he probably couldn’t touch his elbows in front of his face. Neck and thighs the size of tree-trunks, veins on his temples and forearms… He assumed that his sheer size and power out-weighed everything else. Literally. I was an inch taller and strong, but at least fifty pounds of pure muscle lighter. He’d dismiss me as a threat if we passed on the street.

Stupidly.

I slipped out of the truck, I tried not to draw his attention yet, just closed the door quietly and started to walk towards the gym doors, scanning the parking lot and nearby street for any potential threats and finding none. I kept my head down so he couldn’t see my face, but eyes up, checking him out as we drew closer

There is a point at which the human body’s bulk begins to outweigh its frame—a size at which a man’s muscle volume exceeds what the rest of him is capable of moving efficiently, and so his size becomes adisadvantageagainst a skilled enemy. This dude was already twenty pounds past that threshhold, and if the weights I saw him lifting earlier were any measure, he was still gaining.

The excess weight made him walk in a rolling gait as he was forced to shift all that bulk. But that isn’t what ruled him out as a threat.Thatwas the fact that the dude was so unobservant, he didn’t even notice me walking towards him.

“Hey,” I said, keeping my head down over my phone so all he’d see was the top of my head.

He gave a lazy grin and tipped his chin up in greeting, which shifted his center of gravity and raised his line of sightjust high enough for me to deliver a short, sharp right hook to his undefended belly—though it felt like punching a wall. My knuckles screamed as he pitched forward, his lungs emptying in a whoosh. Moving with his forward-and-down momentum, I gripped his wrist and twisted it behind him, wrenching his shoulder as I whipped his arm around and put a knee to his back so he dropped to the cement with enough force to break his knee-caps.

His cry of shocked pain was loud, but we were already below the level of the parked cars nearby, and I got down in his ear to warn him before he bellowed again and drew the attention of some do-gooding gym bunny who didn’t know who they were dealing with.

“What the fu—”

I took the point of the quality, metal-barrelled ballpoint pen in my pocket and shoved it against the side of his neck so he felt the cold point and went utterly still.

“Shut up and listen, or I’ll bleed you out right here before anyone even knows they need to hire a crane to move your pharmaceutically enhanced ass.”

He spluttered, blinking, his cheek pressed hard against the cement.

I waited until his breath was hissing in and out between his teeth because he couldn’t move without hurting himself, but all that testosterone was still screaming at him that he couldn’t be taken down so easy. Sweat dripped from his temples and his face went red as he shook and growled with frustration—but one nudge with what he thought was a blade and he stopped fighting my grip that kept one meaty fist twisted up near his shoulder-blades.

Stupid fucker was so big he wouldn’t even be able to undo the bra he must need for those D cups.

“You finished?” I asked a moment later when he gave another little roar, but he didn’t try to get loose. I let the pen-tip dig deep in his skin and he began to whine.

“What the fuh… what thefuck?Who the fuckareyou?”

“I’m six two and two-twenty and kicking your ass, that’s who I am,” I drawled. “But that’s not important. Just wanted you to know so when you’re thinking about this later you don’t get to convince yourself I was some kind of Mack truck that ran you down. Now, tell me what you know about the girl.”

He spluttered again, drops of spittle hitting the cement in front of his mashed cheek. “What girl?”

“Black hair, crazy eyes—you thought you were cute harrassing her a few hours ago.”

“The fuck? I didn’t even touch her—if she said I did—”

“She didn’t have to. I watched you, shrivel-dick. You think those made-to-order muscles give you a right to scare the shit out of women?”

“What? I didn’t scare any—”

Digging that pen a little deeper, I leaned down to whisper in his ear, running my nose against his sweaty temple. “You seem a little damp,sweetheart.Do you want a towel? I’d be happy towipe you down.”

His eyes bulged and he spluttered another excuse, but I was done toying with him.

“Now you know how it feels when a real man makes you helpless, maybe you want to rethink how you talk to the ladies who didn’t evenlookat you?”

“I am not helpless—argh!”

He’d tried to wriggle loose, tried to ripple-flip me off his back. But I understood his anatomy better than he did. Something gave in his shoulder when I didn’t let his hand move and he yelped like a dog, then went still, panting in pain.

Good.

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