Page 17 of Dark Heart
Perhaps, they’re pimping the women. I tuck my phone into my jacket and strut across.
People come and go, the main doors flipping open constantly.
As I draw closer, a voice booms in the air.
“Oh.... Look who’s here,” the man drawls before smacking his lips.
Catcalls trail me as I near the sidewalk.
“Senna, baby. What happened to you, darling? Found yourself a good cock? Haven’t seen you in ages, baby.”
I shoot the man a glare.
Can he talk any louder?
He keeps yapping, his voice annoying like a fucking megaphone. Half of the people on the sidewalk turn their heads and take me in.
Fucking jerk.
The hookers take notice too. I cut my eyes at the idiot, his face familiar somewhat, yet hardly someone I remember talking to.
Without glancing at him, I lift my middle finger and head to the door. Out of the corner of my eye, I catch movement.
The thug is hardly the quitter.
Swaying his hips, he makes a beeline for me, grinning. The men behind him are no better, whistling and howling. More males attach to the group.
Great.
“No cock? Oh... I see... Senna likes pussy,” he shouts for the whole street to hear.
I spend a few seconds studying him before swinging my eyes to the other people and skimming their faces.
Not far from them, a man who doesn’t seem to be part of their group sits on the concrete curb.
He doesn’t look at me.
A cigarette tucked between his fingers, he scans the road, the cars pulling in and the people walking out.
As long as I stare at him, he doesn’t spare a glance in my direction or the man who keeps badgering me.
Just as I step onto the sidewalk, the idiot running his mouth strides toward me and blocks my way. He halts in front of me, his hands planted on his hips.
I raise my eyes.
“Get out of my way,” I bark, my short fuse coming in handy.
Laughter rocks his chest.
“Oh, someone’s pissed.”
He turns to his friends.
“It may be that someone hasn’t gotten dick in a long… long time,” he says, throwing a suggestive glance at his buddies while wiggling his eyebrows.
Laughter fills the air.
A stare burns a hole into my face, making me flick my gaze to the side. The man sitting on the sidewalk shifts his eyes away from me, focusing back on the road.
