Page 32 of Lovers Fate

“You like to touch things you shouldn’t. Didn’t your mother ever teach you manners?”

“My mother is a bitch that left my father for a younger man,” he cries as tears run down his pathetic, ugly face.

“But you like to pay to fuck younger women. I thought you had a wife?”

“I do.”

I step back from the stench of shit. He shit himself. “Give me your hand.”

He tries to put pressure on the gaping wound. “No…please… whatever I did.”

“Hand?” I repeat more forcefully. .

Idiot probably tells his wife he goes to church. Not the real one. She probably believes he helps the community. A godly man. A devoted husband that puts food on the table and works late. He probably tells her that he fell asleep at the office and why he’s running late.

“Please. Please. Please,” he pleads pathetically through snot and tears.

I watch him intently. He knows he has nowhere to go, but that doesn’t mean he won’t try to make a run for it. He closes his eyes and finally relents. I grab his hand at the right angle and slide it off.

He suddenly jerks, shaking uncontrollably, probably in shock, and, as I had anticipated, he tries to run screaming at the top of his lungs down the middle of the road, tripping on his feet, and falls on his thick stomach.

“Help me! Help me. Oh God! Help Me! My hand!” He gets up and runs down the middle of the street in the direction of the motel but falls again.

“Pathetic,” I mutter.

His severed hand lies at my feet. I break all the cameras on his vehicle as quickly as I can.

I pull out my phone and place a call. “Yes?”

“The Tesla; burn it. I’ll send my location.” Then I hang up and send it.

I get in the car. The engine rumbles as I give it gas, my hand on the shifter placing the car in first gear.

“What are you going to do?” Kaden says, over the loud engine.

Before pressing the gas pedal, my foot is on the clutch, and I glance briefly at him before the car jolts forward at breakneckspeed. The lights shine on the asshole’s back before we hear a loud thump and a noticeable jerk.

“Fuck, Draco,” Kaden says, looking out the rear window.

I shift the car into reverse, run over his mangled corpse once more, and then drive off.

“Teslas have cameras,” he says, like he just remembered something important.

“I took care of it.”

He nods, looking out the window when I slow down before reaching the motel.

“Do you want to go in and say hello?” I tease.

He swallows thickly. “No. She must be scared shitless, but the last thing we need is to let her know it was us back there.”

“I’m sure we’re the least of her worries right now.” I watch a group of college guys walk up to a room, each with a case of beer. One of them is also carrying two bottles of liquor. “Friends of yours?”

“Very funny. It’s just a bunch of jocks from school. They can’t drink in the dorms, and frat parties are usually on Saturdays. The only thing going on tonight is a high school party full of jailbait until we open the haunted carnival and start our first show next weekend.”

“Is that why you wanted us to go to the Church? Or was it because of her?”

Ever since she showed up out of nowhere, he has had this thing for her.

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