Page 24 of Bleeding Blackheart

Blackheart looks satisfied at my attire and points at my tan pair of boots. “Wear those today.”

Great. He’s gone from buying my clothes to telling me what to wear with my clothes. Too tired for a fight, I grab a pair of socks and slip on my more stylish boots which are more comfortable than I expected.

After grabbing his shotgun, we head downstairs together, and I breathe in the fresh air when we step outside to head to the stables.

He points to his private area by the stables. “I chopped carrots this morning. Give them to all the girls, then feed them grass. I’ll do water.”

Like last night, we work together quietly and quickly. The girls are even friendlier this morning, and I give them all kisses and scratches while I feed them their treats. Blackheart watches me closely while I give them affection, but he doesn’t chastise me for doing so, so I don’t stop. It’s when I get to Violet that he starts to get irritated. “That’s enough. Get back inside and get breakfast going.”

Standing outside of her stall, I hold my hand on the gate, staring him down. “You can wait five minutes.”

He approaches me swiftly with his gun in hand. “I want breakfast. Now. That was a part of our deal.”

I step away from Violet, not wanting her to feel my negative energy. “I never agreed to be your maid.”

He puts his chest to mine while his nostrils flare. “You offered to do whatever I want. So I suggest you get your ass back in that damn house right now and start frying me some fucking eggs, or I’ll find something more labor-intensive for you to do that involves that smart fucking mouth of yours.”

The fucking gall of this motherfucker. I shove his chest, stumbling back when he doesn’t budge. “I won’t be your whore.”

He grips my throat like I’m a chicken getting ready for slaughter. “You’ll be whatever the fuck I want you to be, Montana.”

I hear footsteps approaching behind me, and then a voice just as deep as Blackheart’s cuts into our conversation. “Everything alright?”

Blackheart removes his hand from my neck like he just got burned. “Everything’s fine, Dallas. Montana’s just getting ready to make us some breakfast.”

Dallas. Blackheart’s asshole friend. Now there are two assholes to tell me what to do. I turn away from the beast, deciding I’d rather fry eggs than suck dick. I’ve never sucked a dick before, and I’m sure Blackheart would make the experience so horrible for me that I’d never want to do it again.

Dallas looks me up and down slowly. He’s got dark brown hair just like Blackheart’s, but his is cut short. He wears a denim shirt with matching blue jeans and tan boots like mine. When I look into his green eyes, he winks at me. “I like my bacon extra crispy, honey.”

I spit at his shoes, and he laughs deeply while I head back in the house to pay my dues.

11

Blackheart

Iwant to torture that damn girl. As soon as Montana’s out of earshot, Dallas goes over to greet Peyton, Fara, and Clementine. “I guess you two aren’t getting along very well are ya?”

I keep my eyes on Violet while I answer him. “Not at all. It’s hard to get along with someone you tried to shoot.”

Dallas whips his head around and faces me. “You tried toshoother?”

“Don’t sound so shocked. It’s what I’m getting paid to do.”

He scratches Fara’s ears. “Yeah—but did you point your gun at her?”

I lean up against Peyton’s stall, rubbing her nose. “Yeah. And attempted to fire. But the damn thing locked up on me, and she was not happy.”

He laughs like a hyena. “That girl is going to kill you in your sleep.”

I step away from him. “I’ll kill her first.”

I give him a moment with his horses while I head back to the house. The next few days with Montana will be filled with suffering. I wanted to wring her neck so bad for trying to escape me last night. But spanking her made me even angrier.

Her ass is so damn soft. It’s firm as hell, but it’s soft. It bounced a little with each slap, and I wanted to spank her plump little rump until the sun came up.

Seeing her blood made me feel even more crazed. I could smell her when I pulled down her lace panties and saw her bloodstained pad. The hand of God kept her safe from me. If it weren’t for His voice in the back of my head, I would’ve fucked her until her blood was pooling around her feet.

But then she fell back asleep and turned into my little bunny again. The one I want to fix and repair. I was on edge for the extra two hours she slept, praying she didn’t have another terror. I changed the bandage on her head so she could have a fresh one when she woke up, and seeing her sleepy hazel eyes look back at me made me forget how much she drove me up the wall. But I was reminded quickly when she started mouthing off at me.

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