Page 14 of Hunter
“Te cagarías si supieras toda la mierda que he visto. Los chicos guapos como tú no pueden soportar lo feo del mundo. (You'd shit yourself if you knew all the shit I've seen. Pretty boys like you can't stand the ugliness of the world).”
“What the fuck does that mean?” I have no idea what she said, but I sure as fuck know it’s about me. I can tell by the smirk on her face.What a fucking menace.
“That she thinks you’re pretty.”The fuck? What?
“Fuck you, you said that you don’t know Spanish,” she spits out at Alvi as he shrugs his shoulders. “It means you couldn’t fucking handle it.” Her words shoot heat through me like a bullet wound.Shots. Fired.
She just hit me harder than any fucking d-man I’ve ever gone up against. Her words burn through every exterior layer of protection I have and leave gaping holes in my chest.
I’ve built who I am on being able to handle shit. Shit from my family. Shit from my team. I can handle anything. And I sure as fuck can handle her and her fucking attitude.As soon as the sting wears off.
“I fucking can. I’m not as pretty as he is,” Alv starts. “The neighborhood’s gotta look out for its own, so if there’s a fucking problem, I’m the one who handles it.”
“I don’t belong to your neighborhood.” That mouth of hers is full of venom.I wanna suck it off her tongue.
“Listen, little girl, I just got rid of three assholes who were looking to drag your ass outta here. At least have the fucking decency to stop fighting me every step of the way.”
“Then let me leave.”
“Over my fucking dead body.” I breathe out fire with every word. The dragon inside of me is ready to burst outta my chest, pick her feisty ass up, and fly far away. She’s fucking crazy if she thinks that I’m letting her leave outta here. I let her walk into trouble once and did nothing to stop it; I’m not letting it happen again.
“¡¡NO ME PUTAS PONGAS A PRUEBA, HUNTER!! (DON’T FUCKING TEMPT ME, HUNTER!!)Oh, little demon, you’re one test I can’t wait to take.
OCHO
I’m aboutto murder my only friend's brother. This motherfucker won’t move, leaving me no other choice but to move him myself.
“After that, you think I’d let you fucking leave?” he squeals. “I know for a fact you’re smarter than that. There’s no fucking way.”
“That you’d let me? Is that what you just said?” The laugh that comes out of me sounds just as crazy as his fucking words. “I don’t know who you think you’re talking to like that, but it sure as fuck ain’t me. I don’t need you standing here trying to do whatever it is thatthisis, and I don’t need your permission to do shit,pendejo. Step aside.”
“No,” he growls out like a fucking pit bull. The ferocity in his voice is so striking I feel it in my stomach, and it makes me twitch down deep.Oh hell no.
“Call off your guard dog, man. Better yet, take his ass out for a walk,” I shout over my shoulder to tattoo guy. He hasn’t piped up to say shit. But I hear him thinking. He’s not an idiot; he knows the longer I stay here, the more of a liability I can be for him.
“Or maybe I’ll just cut you loose.” I release my blade and hold it up between us. “You wanna stand in my fucking way? Gahead,Pendejo.” I watch his hand untuck from his crossed arms and move toward my knife before he wraps his fingers around the sharp medal, as he stares into me. He looks like a fucking psycho, and it makes my insides flip.Oh, mis diosas. Oh my goddesses.“I don’t take orders from some man.”
“I’m not just some man, you fucking little demon.”¿Demonio? Did he really just call me a fucking Demon?!The world’s about to have one less pretty boy because I’m gonna fucking kill him.
My eyes catch his muscular forearm flex as he continues to squeeze the shit outta my girl. This pretty boy has veins.Veins that are currently prickling my brain every time they flex under his inked skin.I’m staring at them like I do when Imemorize shit. They look thick and bulge as he squeezes the shit outta my blade.¡OH DIOSAS! OH MY GODDESSES!
The more I look at this half-naked, fine as hell man, the more I’m starting to salivate. I’ve never looked at something that wasn’t food andliteralmentestarted to drool. This motherfucker’s something else.Pinche delicioso. Fucking delicious.
“I’m the man trying to protect you right now.”He says as his free hand smacks his chest right above his heart and his fresh ink.¡¿Qué?! What?!
He’s speaking English, but I don’t understand the words that he’s saying. I’ve never heard them before, and I sure as fuck don’t know what to do with them now that I have.¿Por qué diría eso? ¿Qué diablos le pasa? Why would he say that? What the fuck is wrong with him?
“Fucking let me, you demonic little shit.” His stupid, handsome face looks just as serious as the words he just said. The intensity in his stare is strong enough to make my body go still. It’s like he flipped a switch and shifted the fucking juju in the room.
His alpha male energy is rolling off of him like dark thunderclouds. It has me standing down and looking up, like I’m waiting for the rain to fall from the sky. I always know when bad weather is about to come through. It feels instinctive, like something only I can sense. And now is no different.Porque él es la tormenta. Because he is the storm.
He’s staring back at me and doesn’t fucking breathe or blink when he pushes the fisted blade with my hand gripping the handle toward my side. He’s using the same amount of conviction now as he did before when he called himself out as being the man to protect me.
His big ass hand lets go, and his long fingers stretch out. The split skin on his palm is red with little blots of blood. Damage from the storm.
Blood doesn’t usually bother me. I’ve seen a fuck ton of it splattered on sidewalks, in puddles on bodega floors, and in stains on clothes that I couldn’t wash out. I’m not phased by it at all.Except for right now.
I’m staring at his cut-up hand, and I’m getting angrier by the fucking second. Like, it’s one thing when I think about stabbing his ass, but it’s another thing for him to do it himself.
