Page 17 of Snatched Princess

“Ayeeee!”

Snatch blends into the wall with me. I’m flat against it. My whole head clears, no fear in the system. A clear blue sea exists in the middle of my mind. “Let’s go.”

I kick the door inward with force, and unrestrained rage. I scan the room quickly looking for him. He’s gotta be back from the hospital by now. Slither Road is nodding off in the corner barely able to keep it together. He’s got a hand over one of the bimbo’s tits. She’s facing forward grinding on his dick with only her G-string on. The main event is the brunette of the night and she’s stark naked in the middle of the room with a boom box busting it open for the guys to see. Ain’t shit new here. All I can smell is pussy, beer, and bourbon. Two on the left. Three on the right.

“Where are you? Come out, come out wherever you are Break.” I screech for my father. A cloud of cigarette smoke identifies the prick, and he’s got a pussy ass sling on his arm. Fitting, but he’s not going to need a sling for where he’s going.

Half the guys aren’t listening. They are high as fuck. They don’t even have me in full picture. Only the bartender is scared. He’s bugging, but he won’t touch me. He’s run by the Outlaws. My father steps out from the shadows where he’s probably fucking something.

“We can do this the easy way or the hard way, it’s your choice, but I’m taking that seat,” I boldly declare.

My father chortles puffing on his cigarette. “Fucking simple bitch. You don’t have the balls to do it.” Now the room turns, because two bull fighters are in the ring. All I can see is him. I move my footing as I keep my arm outstretched nice and steady. I count backwards from five…

Five. I roll my tongue around in my mouth. “You think you can run this club? Is that what you think? Since when do women run clubs’ you whore?” I can feel Snatch twitching and his magazine clicking into place. I don’t look in his direction, but I can feel him there. His energy is so strong – that’s how tight our connection is. I put my hand out like a stop sign.

“This one’s mine.”

“Got it.”

My father lets out a toneless laugh as the other guys have a nerve to ride with him. Searing fire erupts through my veins like a volcano as we circle one another like vultures.

“Put the gun down, or I’ll suffocate you to death like I did your whore mother,” he chuckles. Gulping down the thick lump in my throat my fingers tremble. A flashback of the monster at work crowds my brain. His red face with his hands closed around her neck. A power play until she had panda eyes. She’s gasping for air. I can’t help her. There’s not a thing I can do. There’s so much pressure in my head, it’s insane. “Do ittttt,” he hisses. Don’t cry little one. Don’t cry. It’s how I rocked myself to sleep at night.

Dear God, please save my Mommy. Please, take her to heaven.She didn’t have time to breathe. She did everything for him. His dinner cooked seven pm.

“Bitch! I asked for steak, and this dry ass shit is what you’re feeding me. You’re trying to poison me.”Wap! Countless nights of tears as I put my hands together to pray wanting it to get better.

“I did what you asked, you’re hurting me, why won’t you stop?”She would beg him and after years passed, I realized how pathetic she was. I could never be her, but how I could talk? I stood by and did nothing. A kitchen knife, a gun. He had one. I knew where he kept it, but I didn’t. I let my mother die and a piece of her left with me. She went to the sky without me.

“This one’s for you Mom,” I say softly staring into the dead pools of my father’s eyes.

“What did you say? Are you crying for your mother?” All of it’s caving in, and my stomach’s shaking I can’t stop it. I want to throw up. I have to finish it. He’s getting closer. He’s gonna take the gun. Do it. Do it for her.

He’s talking in a baby voice. “You remember when your mommy went bye bye and I used to open up your pretty little mouth and suffocate you with my-”

BANG! Kill shot. Straight through his fat skull. A heavy sick thud as he falls flat with his head split open like a watermelon.They all fall. They all fall down.

I smile staring down at the floor. My arm is aching from holding it up so long and the sneering’s stopped. Not a sound. Peace. At last.

“Baby, give me the gun. Nice and easy. Here you got it.” I flip the gun handing it to him with the handle. He tries to wrap his hand around the bottom of my waist, but no-one can take away this moment. I tilt his chin up dropping a deep kiss on his lips as I hear the warehouse door swing open behind me.

“I’m fine,” I say as that crystal blue water enters my head again.

I sashay over to the president’s seat and cross one leg over the other.

I told you this was my fucking seat bitch.

Chapter Eight

Snatch

The next night…

“Thank you for everything.” Lara hugs my neck as we stand in our bubble in my room.

“You’re everything I’ve ever wanted and more. Fucking badass,” I whisper quietly licking inside her earlobe lightly. “I’m not going to ask if you’re okay, but whatever you need I’m here for.”

“You getting all mushy on me Snatch?” Her arms stretch out as I tenderly tuck her blonde locks behind her ear.

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