Page 36 of New Storm Rising
I leaned forward. “You know,” I whispered into his ear from behind, “For the first time engaging in rope play with my husband, this wasnotwhat I had imagined.”
The rope twitched, betraying the way his hand jerked. I grinned.
“Mr Linton?”
“Yes, Sir?”
“You are an apprehended criminal. Do not smile. Scowl.Now!”
“How much of the bounty will I get if I do, Sir?”
“Move! And play your role, or we—”
Just then, a deputy sheriff approached, and his voice cut off. Blast! And I was just about to think up some juicy comebacks and insults to throw at my dear husband.
But…hey!
A grin spread across my face. I was supposed to be a desperado! I could curse and insult as much as I wanted!
“Let me go! Let me gooooo, you bloody stinking nutsack full of horse shit! I’ll rip you limb from limb and stuff your bollocks down your throat until you choke! Then I’m gonna kick you until you puke them up again! Go get stuffed, you stinking, stone-faced copper!”
From everywhere around, people were staring. A muscle in my dear bounty hunter’s face twitched, and he tugged at the rope.
“Cease complaining, criminal! You brought this upon yourself. Now move!”
“This is outrageous! I am innocent!”
“That’s what they all say.”
“I demand to see a lawyer, you bloody asshat! And a revolver, and a knife!”
“Silence! Get moving!”
With another tug, the black-hearted bounty hunter forced me forward. Oh, how my freedom-loving desperado’s heart raged! To be brought low by a mere pawn of the justice system!
“Here you go.”
Coming to a stop in front of the sheriff’s office, Mr Ambrose, the bloody bounty hunter, grabbed me by the shoulders and shoved me towards the deputy at the entrance. The man stepped forward, blocking our way.
“Stop right there! Where do ya think ya’re going?”
“I’ve got this fellow tied up like a Christmas present. Where do you think I’m going?” Mr Ambrose demanded from behind the high collar of his trench coat. That, along with the smirk on his face, made him almost impossible to recognize. Lazily, he jabbed a finger at the scum of the earth tied up behind him. “Do you recognize that piece of filth, or are you blind?”
He jerked at my rope, and I did my part, sending the goon a villainous smirk.
The sheriff’s man looked at me—then jerked back, clutching his rifle. “Th-that’s…!”
“Exactly. Now move your ass out of my way, before I move it for you!”
Quickly, the deputy moved aside, clearing the way to the door. Spitting on the ground like a good little bounty hunter, Mr Ambrose strode past him and kicked open the door.
“Hey! What the hell do you think you’re—oh!”
The pot-bellied man behind the desk leapt up, his triple chin trembling as he stared at my magnificent self. Smirking, I sent him the most dangerous desperado glare I could manage, making him take a step back. Well now…this boded well for my future criminal career.
“What are you staring at, you bloodypi'ara cho?a kadu?”[13]I snarled.
“What’s that supposed to mean?” the sheriff growled.
