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"You love it," he replies, trying to blow his nasty pizza breath in my face.

"Stop, dumb ass, you're gross." I try covering my head up, but I’m not quick enough. He grabs me around my stomach and pulls me close to him and then begins to tickle me.

I'm very fucking ticklish. I'm laughing, begging him to stop, but he somehow manages to move me so I'm lying flat on my back and he is over me. He moves really close to my face, so close his lips barely touch mine and if I only move my head up a little bit I'd be able to feel his lips on mine.

The room stills as we gaze each other in the eyes and then he kisses my lips softly. When he removes his lips from mine, he blows his nasty breath in my face again. He cracks up laughing as I fight his hold on me.

When he lets go of my arms, I smack him and go to the bathroom, realizing that my breath probably smells as disgusting as his so I definitely need to do something about it. There’s an unopened hotel toothbrush and toothpaste left for guests. I use it since mine is in my hotel room. I brush my teeth not letting the intimacy of that short second of our eyes meeting mean anything. After I rinse my mouth out, Ace comes to the bathroom door.

"Guess I need to brush mine too. I missed out on what could’ve been a hot sexy moment because my breath stinks like hot garbage." He laughs and puts toothpaste on his toothbrush. I walk back into the bedroom, crawl in his bed, and I'm asleep before he returns.

Chapter36

Ace

"Prez, Dusty has been spotted at a store where he frequently shops. He doesn't wear the Murder of Crows patch anymore," Cash says, as he peers at his phone. Cash, like his twin brother, Price, is a big ol' boy. He’s extraordinarily smart and good with numbers, he was going to college as an economics major but dropped out to work for the MC full time. He and his brother are identical besides the ink, Price's scar and Cash's eyes. One is blue and the other is brown. Cash is the MC's treasurer. He’s in charge of keeping up with the books on all the club's businesses, legal or not. He also likes to fight at the underground fighting ring. "Supposedly, the North Carolina Chapter sliced off his brand and removed his cut almost twelve years ago. He is no longer a crow."

"What did he do in Astro’s territory?" Astro is the president of the Murder of Crows in that area and he’s a mean son of a bitch too.

"Well, a friend of mine informs me he was caught fucking the Vice presidents ol’ lady without permission." Cash still studies his phone.

"They should’ve killed him," I say, as I wipe sweat from my brow. "It's all good. Now, Storm is gonna take the trash out. Must be why he’s in Mississippi. Gator, the president of Murder of Crows Louisiana Chapter must not know that he’s in the area.”

"What's our plan?" asks Chyna, stepping out from behind Zeus.

"We are going to have a few of us stake-out the store and give us a heads up when he's been spotted. Then we can follow him to his house," Cash says, looking at Chyna then Storm. "How does that sound to you?"

"It could get messy at his house. We have to be careful in case he is living with someone. We don't kill innocent people," she says, gazing at me. "If they can follow him home and make sure it's clear then I'm fine with it, but this one I want to play with a little." A mischievous smile forms across her face. She went from Doctor Quinzel to Harley Quinn in ten seconds and I know that Dusty's death is going to be not only bloody but painful.

Chapter37

Storm

As I survey through the binoculars at Dusty's falling down shack, I freeze remembering him from the night I was raped. He was the fucker who cut me and was brutal when he took me, smiling when I tried to get away. This fucker knew he hurt me, and liked it. I'm going to make him hurt and I'm going to love it. I went to the hunting store a few towns over just for my surprise for Dusty.

"I'm going to go and knock on his door and when he opens I'm going to give him the rules to our game," I tell Ace and Chyna. "Make sure he doesn't get far from me. I doubt he will, but just in case." I get my bow ready, check my nine-millimeter, and strap on my knife.

"Game on, motherfucker," I snarl, as I walk up to the little run-down shack in the middle of nowhere. "Time to go hunting."

I bang on the peeling paint for the front door. The flecks from when I knocked fall like scattered ashes at my feet as I wait for him to answer the door.

The hinges screech and I’m meeting with a skeptical, pursed lipped rapist that plays as though fate would never catch up to him until I came along. “Who the..." he starts to say, as I put my knife up to his neck.

"I'm going to slit your throat if you make one move I don't like. First, I want you to remove any weapons you have on you.” I push him back, walking us further into the house. “Then I'm going to explain the rules to a game you and I are going to play. You like games, right?" He nods his head. "Good, now I'm going to ask you a few questions and I want honest answers. If you lie to me you’ll die right now, do you understand?"

He nods his head again.

"Do you remember who I am?" Again, he nods, but this time sweat beads from his forehead, dripping down and pooling on my blade.

My lips pull in disgust at the nasty fuck. "You raped me and hurt me and you smiled like a kid in a candy store,Dusty. You degradedmeand brokemeand that madeyouhappy.” I grit my teeth, restraining myself from slitting his throat right here and now. “You know you deserve everything that's coming to you right?"

He doesn't move his head at all. "Isaidyou deserve to die for what you did to me and probably other girls as well, right?" Annoyed that I have to repeat myself, I nick his neck and a drop of blood runs down his chest.

He tries to pull away from me, but I grip the nap of his neck and aim the sharp point toward his eyeball. "You're gonna die tonight, but I'm going to give you what you didn't give me.”

“What’s that?” he asks in a shaky voice.

I can’t help the way a smile threatens to tug at my lips. He’s already scared of me and I love it. “I'm going to give you arunningchance.” I take my free hand, check his pockets, and throw his phone at the wall. I let that smile I’ve been suppressing bloom into a full-on manic grin. “Then I'm going to hunt you down and kill you."

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