Page 6 of Run Little Killer
I’m not sure what this girl’s damage is, but I’m slowly reaching the end of what little bit of patience I have.
“Listen,” I snap, wrapping a tattooed hand around her throat and forcing her to meet my eyes. “Here’s what’s gonna happen. We’re gonna go back to the bikes, get to a motel for the night, and we can deal with your truck tomorrow in the daylight.”
Her body stills, brows slanting as she heaves a sigh. “Fine.”
“Thatta girl,” I smirk, releasing my hold.
“Now, get off me,” she grumbles, jerking her hips and shoving her palms into my chest.
I flex my fingers around her throat, the slightest bit of panic lacing her steely gray eyes as I restrict her oxygen. She claws at my sleeves, my face impassive as I show her just how serious I am when I say, “Next time you try to run, I’ll fuck you until you can’t.”
3
LENNON
"Here," Rhett says, thrusting a pair of black rubber muck boots towards me as Nix and I approach the truck. "Put these on."
I scrunch up my nose, lifting my hands to avoid touching the questionable footwear. "Ew, no."
He glances over my shoulder at Nix before cocking a dark blonde brow in my direction. "Why not?"
"I don't know where those have been," I say, stepping back and folding my arms tightly across my chest.
"They were in the bed of your truck, darlin'." He smirks, extending the well-worn boots toward me again.
Of course they fucking were. Good old Raymond was prepared. I should be happy they were in there so I don't have to explain how I wound up here barefoot in the first place, but something about slipping on a stranger’s shoes just gives me the ick.
"They’re probably still wet inside," I mutter. "I don't want to get some weird foot fungus."
Before Rhett can respond, Nix rips the boots from hishands and shoves them at my chest. "Put the fucking boots on, Lennon," he growls.
My fists clench, arms dropping to my sides as I fight the intrusive thought to chuck them at his smug face. He nudges them against me again, the muscle in his jaw clenching with annoyance.
Reluctantly, I take them from him, rolling my eyes as I move to the tailgate. "I don't know why it even fucking matters."
"Because I'm not going to listen to you bitch about your feet getting burnt by the pipes," he grits out, peeling off his hat and stabbing a hand through his dark locks before replacing it.
Pursing my lips, I cut him a glare as I reach for my bloodied socks and pull them back on.
With a shake of his head, Nix slaps Rhett’s phone into his palm before pivoting on a heel and stalking off towards his motorcycle. Flipping down a little foot pedal near the back tire, he hikes up his dark jeans and swings a leg over to mount the Harley. "C'mon,” he commands with a lift of his chin. “We don't got all damn night."
I bark a laugh, sliding my feet into the cold, damp boots. "You think after all that," I wave a finger around in the air, "I'm just going to crawl onto the back of your bike? You're crazy."
"Yeah," he scoffs, something smoldering in his dark eyes as they slowly drag up my body. "I'mthe crazy one."
My jaw tightens, molars gnashing together. My pulse thrums loudly in my ears as I grit out, "Whatdid you just say?!"
Nix shakes his head, a deep chuckle rumbling from his throat as he drags the black bandana up and over his nose.
“Don’t fucking call me crazy,” I spit, nails biting into mypalms as my fingers clench into fists at my sides, stomping towards his arrogant ass. The boots are way too big, slipping off my heels and slowing me down with each rage-fueled stride, but I don’t give a singular fuck because I’mnotcrazy. I rear my arm back, ready to ram my knuckles into his pretty face when a large hand curls around my elbow to stop me.
"Easy, darlin'," Rhett drawls, the deep rattle of his voice possessing an oddly soothing quality. "Why don't you ride with me?"
I swivel my head around to face him, considering. Faded gray and black flannel clings to his broad shoulders as he towers over me. I should find him intimidating, be weary of this tattooed biker in a leather vest, but there isn’t a red flag in sight. Nope, just big biceps, blonde hair, and an easy grin. There’s something about his damn smile that makes me want to drop to my knees and comply.
"Fine," I huff, lowering my fist as Rhett slings an arm around my shoulders and directs me towards his matte black motorcycle.
He's decidedly less scary than Nix, that's for sure. Judging by the lines etched at the corners of his deep blue eyes and streaks of white in his stubble, he's the oldest of the two– totaldaddyvibes.
