Page 31 of Lovers Fate

I jerk the wheel, cutting the bastard off, running him off the road. The girl looks over her shoulder and then makes a run for it. I wait, letting her get a head start so she doesn’t see what’s going to happen. It’s best she doesn’t recognize me and Kaden.

Kaden turns his head, watching the asshole throw up his hands, bitching about me running him off the road like I could hear him.

“Which hand?” I ask.

“Right,” Kaden says.

I look left but don’t see her silhouette in the headlights.

The front bumper of that asshole’s Tesla blocks Kaden’s path, making it impossible for him to open the door. I jump out of the car.

“What are you doing?” Kaden acts like I’m crazy.

“You said you wanted my help. This is me helping.”

“Draco, what the fuck!” He cries out, slamming his hand on the dash.

I shut the door, ignoring him cursing me out as I walk around my car. The asshole makes the mistake and opens the driver’s side door. I pull it from his grip and cock my head. His eyes widen in fear when he spots my fiendish grin on my painted face.

“Please,” he begs, raising his hands in surrender.

“Get out,” I demand.

He shakes his head rapidly, his expression filled with terror.

I sigh in annoyance. “Fine.”

I walk to my car, take out my staff, and then walk back to his car. He was smart enough to shut himself inside the car but not smart enough. I shatter the driver’s side window into pieces with the metal part of my staff.

“What the fuck, man!” the asshole bellows. “Are you fucking crazy?”

I grin obscenely. “Something like that.”

“I didn’t do anything,” he says, trying to brush the glass off, cutting himself in the process.

“That’s what they all say,” I say silkily, grabbing him by the shirt and yanking him outside of his car.

“Please,” he begs. “I have kids.”

“Of course you do. I’m sure there is a wife somewhere inside a house with a white picket fence.”

He nods. “Yeah, she’ll be looking for me.”

“I’m sure she’s searching for you right now.” I scrutinize my staff to make sure the metal is still intact. “Tell me, are you a religious man?”

“Y-yes. I mean, no.”

My eyes swing to his. “Yes or no. God or science. Faith or no faith.”

“No.”

“Good, this part will make sense then.”

“What part?” he stammers pathetically.

I pull the skull from the top of my staff, wielding the wicked knife. “This part?”

I swing the knife and slice his wrist. “Ahhh!” He screams like a wild animal. “My hand!”

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