Page 31 of The Trick

His bushy brows lower in confusion, which only irritates me more. Not only is this prolonging me getting my girl, but how does this asshole not know something as simple as his name?

I motion my hand forward, prompting him to answer.

Instead, he turns to look at Blair, who is now standing with her hands on her hips, looking as bored by this delay as I am annoyed.

Don’t worry baby, daddy’s bored too. You’ll be mine to fuck with soon. Not this asshole’s.I think to myself, letting out a scoff as I tilt my head upward, cracking my neck before readdressing the man who insists on being nameless.

I clear my throat. “I asked what your name is. But if you prefer for me to call you dickwad, I could do that. No problem.” I sneer, closing the space between me and this dweeb once more.

His timid eyes scale up my height before he opens his mouth to speak.

“K-k-evin,” he stutters as if he’s asking a question and not telling me his name.

“Are you sure about that buddy? You sound a bit uncertain.” I stop, releasing a cackle.

His spine straightens as he attempts to puff his chest forward, clearing his throat “I think I’d know my fucking name,” he retorts, this time with a more even tone.

“Just making sure since you seem to be confused. What makes you think you could even handle an hour alone with her, let alone an entire evening?”

“What makes you think I couldn’t?” he retorts, trying so damn hard to sound intimidating, but the man is practically shaking.

Taking another step forward, the tip of my boot is now rubbing against his worn-out sneakers. I inch my neck forward, tilting my head down to look at him. “A woman like this requires a certainmadnessthat you simply don’t possess.”

I move my gaze to where Blair’s face begins to light up from watching this pissing match me and Kevy boy have found ourselves in, all because of her.

Moving my hands behind my back, I weave my fingers together as I move forward, circling him. “You know, Kevin. You insulted me.”

“How?” he finally mutters.

Before I can answer, Glinda steps in front of me, moving her hand to my forearm. Clearing her throat, Glinda chimes in, clamping her cold, frail hand on my skin. “Enough,” she warns.

“Let go of me,” I mutter, but Glinda does not falter.

“No,” she deadpans, “You’ve made your point, now get.”

I remain where I am, seething at the sight of Kevin, who is now joined by his drunk frat boy friends.

“You heard the lady,” Kevin chides as his equally douchey friends clap, egging him on. “Go on, get.”

My fist tightens as I force it forward, breaking the hold Glinda has on my arm. I feel my pulse begin to quicken as I’m becoming increasingly tempted to knock this fucker out.

Kevin shakes his head before, “What’s the matter big boy? That shitty mask of yours making it hard for you to hear?” he spits, a literal wad of stringy saliva smacking against my boots.

“Oh shit,” Blair exclaims with a devious giggle, bringing her hand to her mouth because she knows that I’ve reached my fucking limit with this douchebag.

Reaching for the pocketknife I have attached to my thigh harness, I swipe the blade up, exposing the sharpened steel as I stomp over to where Kevin now stands,alone.

“Oh fu–” Kevin begins to exclaim as I wrap my free hand around his neck.

The gasps and shrieks that fall from the mouths of everyone looking only fuel me more as I point the tip of the blade at the center of his throat.

“I’m–” he begins.

“Don’t,” I seethe, upping the pressure of the blade against his neck.

“I’m s-s-” he tries again.

I click my tongue. “Unless you want me toactuallymake you the Headless Horseman, I suggest you shut the fuck up.”

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