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His words hurt way more than the slap had, and I shove at him, but it does exactly nothing.
I’m torn between letting him take my wheels or calling Prophet for help. Johnny might be armed, and when his ego is at stake, he’s a loose cannon.
Before I can make my decision, a figure in black steps inside the open garage behind Johnny. I may have been pissed off that Creep stalked me around Vulture Hollow, but now my shoulders relax at the sight of him. So he hasn’t given up on me.
Johnny will eat his fucking words now that my attack dog is here.
Chapter 13
Creep
Mybodyboilswithfury.
If I could put myself in the way of that offending hand, I would have, but I was too late. If Angel wants to be angry with me over following him again, then so be it, but I won’t let this bastard threaten him, or order him around, becausemy boydeserves so much better.
He deserves everything.
Respect. Care. Tenderness, and all the other things I’ve been denying myself.
I don’t know what put so many lowlifes in his path, or what made him choose them, but I won’t let this continue.
Scalding heat passes through my body when his blue gaze meets my eyes, but it only lasts a second, and then he’s standing straighter and faces the stranger who’s come here to rob and accost him.
“I’d rather sit on a dildo, Johnny. A much more pleasurable experience than fucking you ever was.”
The man in front of him stiffens, then steps toward Angel. “You’re gonna regret t—”
I move fast, in case Johnny has the misguided idea of hitting Angel again. I pull out my switchblade and press it against his jugular from behind. “What did you want to say?” I whisper, on edge with the need to spill this fucker’s blood.
And then I see it, the warm glow of approval in Angel’s eyes. They’re so deep and beautiful I long to shed my clothes and dive straight in, even if I’m to die trying to reach the bottom of those twin pools.
“Nothing that important,” Angel says, as Johnny shivers in my deadly embrace. “He never had anything notable to say. Only lots of bullshit about how hard his life is, and how he just wants to go back to the time before adult responsibilities, like a wife and kids.”
Normally, I’d try to find out more about this unexpected visitor, but if Angel’s not bothered about him, I won’t be either. All I care about is that he hit my boy and offended him.
Johnny sighs in relief when I pull away the blade, but he’s not off the hook yet. I grab his hair and slam him face first into the hood of the car he tried to claim.
His screech of pain is music to my ears.
“Hey, man! I didn’t mean anything by it! He can keep the car!” Johnny whines through his broken nose.
Angel blinks, raising his hand as he captures my gaze. “Enough! He… he’s a shitty person, but notthatshitty.”
I guess that’s a request not to kill him
I’ll listen, but the disrespectful way he spoke to Angel makes me itch for blood.
“Are you sure?” I ask, pulling Johnny back up by the hair. I hope it hurts. “Apologize!” I demand and push him in front of Angel.
“I’m sorry, Angel!” he says quickly, not even trying to fight me.
“What are you apologizing for?” Angel asks, his big eyes shiny like polished coins as he approaches, face perfectly innocent.
Johnny sobs. “Uh… slapping you… and trying to take the car…”
“And for spitting on me that one time,” Angel corrects him, and my blood boils.
How dare this maggot touch Angel with anything but care?
