Page 107 of Panther's Magpie
“You’re going to regret that.”
“Talk. Talk. Talk,” I taunt.
“I’m going to enjoy killing you, you dumb bitch.” She reaches behind her and pulls out something shiny.
At first I think it’s a knife, but I quickly realize it’s something else.
An honest-to-God metal nail file.
“I didn’t even know they made those anymore,” I mutter.
She lunges for me, and when I go to step back, I realize my mistake. I’ve run out of room to go further back, and I trip over the coffee table. I land hard on my back, the wind knocked out of me.
Son of a bitch.
Taking advantage, Ava jumps on me, straddling my waist. I try to buck her off, but somehow she manages to stay on.
“Let me guess, cowgirl is your favorite position,” I mutter as I try to buy myself some time to figure out a way to get her off.
She raises the file. “Night, night, bitch.”
Dammit. Calloway is going to be pissed when he comes back and finds me bled out on the clubhouse floor.
I turn my head and wince, waiting for the pain.
Only it never comes.
I feel the force of her hit, but that’s it. Opening my eyes, I see the nail file sticking out of my chest.
“What the hell?” she mutters as she tries to shove it in further.
“I fucking love that man,” I mutter.
If he didn’t insist on me wearing this stupid vest, I’d be dead right now.
Reaching up, I grab her by the back of the head and pull her hair hard. Ava screeches as her hands wrap around my neck.
“Why won’t you die!” she yells as she squeezes.
Shit. Shit. Shit,I think as my eyes begin to water.
I hear the instructor’s voice in my head, telling me to bring both of my arms down on hers if they are wrapped around your neck. Without giving it a second thought, I do it with every ounce of strength I have left.
Ava cries out as she lets go, but what I didn’t account for was her falling into me. Her head smacks into mine.
Gasping, I fight back the tears as stars build in my eyes.
Son of a bitch.
I’m not cut out for this shit.
I try to push Ava off of me, but she’s taller and heavier than me, so she doesn’t move.
“Meek!” I try to yell, but it comes out garbled.
Fuck, my throat hurts.
Ava groans as she sits up.
