Page 202 of Vicious Saint
I stare at the guy, unblinking as I picture my hands squeezing his temples until his eyeballs explode out of their sockets.
The satisfaction of it makes my stomach tingle with anticipation, followed by a chuckle rising from my chest. One that quickly turns into a fit of laughter Levi recognizes well enough to start prying blondie off him.
Luke takes in my unusual state, then uses his confusion as a reason to stand.
“Tell me, Luke.” I catch his wrist, twisting it. “What’s your favorite way to die?”
He winces. “Stevenson, dude. Chill. You’re hurting me.”
A love tap compared to what my imagination is doing to him.
“What’s your favorite way to die?”
“I have no idea.”
“Why the fuck not?”
“Uh. Because nobody wants to die.”
“Could’ve fooled me.”
I yank him forward, my ability to blink not only returning, but moving at rapid speed. “C’mon, Luke, myman. There’s gotta be something in that noggin of yours besides trash and swiss cheese.”
His swallow is massive. “I don’t know…I guess in my sleep?”
“Fucking. Basic. Luke!” I boom, smashing the cup on the floor. “Basic and boring!” Pulling him onto the seat, I dig my fingers into his chin, forcing him to watch my hand eclipsing over the ceiling. “There are endless possibilities. Drowning, choking,burning. Getting eaten by a mama bear.” With a grimace, I tell him, “Yikes on that last one, am-I-right?”
“Total yikes. Now get off.” He attempts to break free, which only adds to the excitement of knowing he’s scared.
“Wait, wait, wait.” My nails rip past skin. “I still need to tell you my favorite.”
Levi whistles, indicating for everyone to get out, and they start doing so in droves.
“Not the girlfriend and fight runner. They stay where they are,” I demand, eyes still on Luke.
“Stevenson, what the fuck?” Luke grunts when I squeeze his neck, standing us both up.
“So…you enjoy body shaming women, huh?”
He shakes his head, lips pressing into a line as I walk him backwards across the wide, now near empty room.
“Oh…don’t backpedal now, prince charming. Speak your truth with your whole fucking chest.”
“I told you, man. I didn’t come here for trouble.”
“Well, I guess trouble just fell into your lap.”
We enter the ring, and like a foot to a jammed door I kick Luke in the stomach, sending him flying onto the bloody ground as his cousin and girlfriend look on.
“You,” I snap to Gunner on the other side, “are about to regret bringing this piece of shit to Fight Night without asking.”
Gunner fumbles through an apology, and God I fucking hate how quick these wannabe tough guys from Riverside turn to little bitches when it comes to me. Levi knows this, it’s why he silences him with a hand over his mouth.
Using a crooked finger I call over Luke’s girlfriend, who’s got tears in her eyes when she stops in front of me. “And you, sweetheart…” I boop her nose. “Really need to find a new boyfriend.”
“I don’t understand…”
“What’s your name?”
