Page 18 of Never Fall for an Angel

I step through the front door of the house party, ignoring the gazes of the people nearby who stop to stare at me.

“Corbin Luck,” I tell the kid beside me at the entrance, and he just stares like a fucking idiot, trying to blink his way back to reality from whatever shit he’s fucked up on. When I turn to stare at him, he jumps.

“Upstairs. Second door on the left.”

I don’t stick around to hear what he has to say, making my way towards the stairs and weaving through a sea of bodies. On my way, I grab a beer bong from some kid’s hand, beer sloshing all over his face when I do.

“Hey!” he shouts, coughing and sputtering, but one look over my shoulder has him shutting the fuck up.

I take the stairs, ripping the funnel off the top of the hose and tossing it behind me before I stop in front of door number two.

Inside, grunts and moans are muffled by the door, and when I try the handle, it’s locked.

“We’re busy!” Corbin hollers, followed by the giggles of whatever poor, unsuspecting girl he’s got underneath him.

Not for long.

Grabbing the handle, I step back, shoving my shoulder into the door and splintering the wood when it busts open.

Pity.

“What the fuck, man?” Corbin grinds, pulling out of the little brunette underneath him and jumping to his feet. He shoves his dick back in his pants, and I nod at the girl, who takes the hint, wrapping her clothes around herself and running out underneath my arm.

Now it’s just him and I.

“Look, man, whatever she told you, I didn’t do it. She wanted to come tonight.”

I cock my head to the side, a cool, dark clarity slipping through me.

“You put your hands on her,” I say, stepping into the room, and Corbin backs up until his ass is pressed against the far wall. Not surprisingly, a roach climbs up by his head.

“She wanted it,” he explains, his voice filled with the fear I can feel him trembling with. “She keeps trying to get me to fuck her. I thought tonight would be the night.”

I snicker low under my breath.

“Do you have medical insurance, Corbin?”

“Y-yeah.”

“Good.” I nod, slipping the hose between my hands. “You’re going to need it.”

The moment he darts for the door, I’m there, grabbing him by the back of the head and shoving him to his knees. He struggles against me, but I’ve got at least six inches and a hundred pounds on him. Struggling is pointless.

—That’s evident when I tug his arm back, breaking it with a sickening crunch of bones.

“I know that has to hurt like a bitch.”

He cries out in pain, the despair in his voice music to my ears.

I don’t give him time to even register what’s happened before I shove him forward onto the dirty vinyl flooring underneath him, wrapping the hose in my hand around his neck and tugging his head back.

Kneeling over him, he chokes from the lack of air, his screams silenced.

Good. Maybe he’ll learn to fuck with someone his own size from now on. Not a little five-foot-three blonde with the sweetest fucking smile I’ve ever seen.

He’ll learn not to fuck with what’s mine.

“Wrong girl, Corbin.”

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