Page 99 of Wild Side
“I’m yours,” she exhales.
“Forever. Never fucking walking away again.”
She smiles against my mouth and repeats my words. “Forever. Never walking away again.”
And that is fucking that. We seal it with a kiss. The best fucking kiss to have ever fucking happened between two people.
EPILOGUE
LIGHTNING
ONE MONTH LATER
I may not be able to catch the fucker who shot me, but what I can do is watch the fuck who was stalking my woman for months and scaring the absolute fuck out of her. Viking stands next to me, and I hear him let out a grunt at the sight of the weaselly fuck as he walks from the parking garage.
“That’s the guy?” Viking asks.
“That’s the asshole,” I quip.
I know it’s him because after Briana gave me his name, Piggy looked him up. He’s been arrested in the past for menacing stalking, but no charges have ever stuck. I’m here to make sure he never does this shit again.
“What a little piece of shit,” Viking snorts.
I concur. A speck of goddamn shit is what he is. Sliding my tongue along my bottom lip, I tilt my head to the side and takehim in. He’s watching someone else. He’s hugged up against the side of a building, his focus upward. Following his gaze, I notice it’s an apartment building he’s got his sights on.
Fuck this.
I don’t have to say a word to Viking. He knows exactly what I have in mind when I start walking toward this asshole. The little piece of garbage doesn’t even realize we’re approaching him as we do. He’s too focused on the building in front of him.
We crowd him, standing a bit too close, making it so that he cannot get away from us, even if he tries. He is forced to switch his focus from the building to us. When his gaze flicks to me, I watch as the color drains from his face.
“You have a little problem, don’t you?” I ask.
His eyes widen, his lips part, and he lets out a loud exhale, but otherwise doesn’t say a single word. Riding seven hours to get here should feel like a waste of time, especially since I’m not going to actually do anything to this idiot.
My incisions are sore, but my body is mostly healed. Just the look of fear in his eyes is worth it. Worth every goddamn hour on my bike.
“You got a problem with following women around and making them feel uncomfortable. You get off on psychologically fucking with them, don’t you?”
His mouth opens and closes a few times, but no words come out. The only good thing about this guy is that he’s not so obsessed with Briana he followed her back to North Carolina. It seems as if he’s got no problem adjusting his focus when one woman doesn’t work out.
I think he might just be a pervert. That doesn’t make it okay, and it certainly doesn’t make it right.
“You need to get in your fucking car and drive far away from this woman and every other fucking woman on the planet,” I grind out.
I know without a doubt that what I’m demanding isn’t even possible. Not when women make up more than half of the population. Doesn’t matter. It’s what I fucking want. This asshole needs to disappear.
He doesn’t speak. He swallows what I assume is a lump in his throat, making it almost impossible. I actually hear him swallow audibly, then I hear something else. And without even having to look, I know this fucker has pissed his pants. I would laugh if I weren’t so annoyed with his existence.
“We’ll be watching you, and if you ever fuck with another woman, we will find you. You will pay for what you’ve done,” Viking grinds out.
We take a step backward, allowing him to run away. He does like the vermin he is. Looking over to Viking, I jerk my chin, my lips curving up into a smirk.
“I hate assholes,” Viking states.
“Let’s go back home.”
Together we walk away, hopefully having helped another woman find a sense of freedom from that asshole. And also, hopefully, we’ve saved countless future women from his brand of weird.
