Page 5 of Dirty Dix


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I’ll give her points for trying, as she looks like she’s putting up a pretty good fight. But this asshole has about a hundred pounds on her.

Flicking my smoke into the gutter, I decide to intervene, as it’s pretty obvious she’s trying to get away. Her anxious green eyes flick in my direction when I approach, and she silently pleads with me to help her.

“How about you let her go,” I say firmly, and the wildebeest turns my way with a cocky grin.

“How about you mind your own business, old man,” he replies with a deep Southern accent.

Old man?

Fuck this little pubescent jerkoff.

“How about you mind your manners? Let the lady go.”

“Or what?” he chides, but thankfully he loosens his grip.

“Or I’ll call the police because from where I stand, those marks on her arms—” I point at her biceps as he releases them “—are a clear indication that you’re a lowlife douchebag who likes to beat up on women to make yourself feel like a man. What’s wrong?” I mock. “Trying to act all tough ’cause you want to make up for what you’re lacking?” I hold up my pinkie.

The girl giggles, but quickly stifles her outburst with her hand when douchebag turns and glares at her.

“Ah, c’mon, there are pills you can take for your anger, and also, for your littleproblem,” I say in a sarcastic whisper as I point at his crotch.

His face blazes a bright red and I can’t help but laugh because questioning a dude’s manhood always has the desired effect. I can see him mentally sizing me up, and he knows there is no way he can take me on. This guy is big, but he’s jacked up on too many steroids, and his ridiculous, air-inflated muscles wouldn’t pack a punch.

“So how about you do the world a favor and fuck off? Go work off that anger with some tweezers and a photograph of your mom.”

This time, the girl bursts out into fits of laughter, and the sound is utterly magical.

“Fuck you,” douchebag snarls. He leaves in a huff when he realizes this is a fight he’s bound to lose.

We both watch as he rounds the corner, and when I’m certain he’s not coming back, I turn to look at the woman in front of me.

During my tirade, I failed to notice that she is a total babe. She’s young, I’m guessing twenty-three, but holy shit, she’s beautiful. Large green eyes complement a head of long, brown hair which sits just past her shoulders. Her full lips are the prettiest pink I have ever seen, and when her mouth tips up into a timid smile, I know I’m staring like a creepy old man.

Quickly composing myself, I ask, “Are you okay?” and make a point of looking at her arms.

She wraps her small fingers around her left bicep, as if attempting to hide the red finger marks. “I’m…fi-fine,” she stutters unconvincingly, but quickly recovers. “I’m fine. Thanks for the save.”

“No problem.” I’m mesmerized by the way her straight teeth tug at her lower lip because in no way is she doing this on purpose.

She’s not openly flirting with me, or trying to get into my pants, and honestly, it’s like a breath of fresh air. She’s simply a hot, young, innocent girl with no ulterior motives, and no expectations to where our strange, yet electrifying encounter might lead.

I’ve forgotten what innocence looks like—how fucking sad is that?

“I’m Madison,” she says, extending her hand, and my huge palm dwarfs her tiny one as we shake.

“Dixon,” I reply with a genuine smile.

“So do you make it a habit of rescuing damsels in distress?” she says, tongue in cheek as Madison is not that. She can hold her own. I saw that.

“What can I say, it’s a hobby of mine,” I reply with a casual shrug, and Madison laughs.

“Well, Dixon, thank you again for coming to my rescue.” I nod, letting her hand go as I realize I’m still creepily shaking it.

“Anytime. Are you sure you’re okay?” I ask as I don’t fail to see a small shiver pass through her body.

“Honestly, I’m okay. His bark is worse than his bite.”

I notice she doesn’t elaborate on who her assailant is. I want to say more, but for once, me, the fancy, sweet-talking shrink, is speechless. And the reason for that is because I have a feeling Madison would see through my bullshit and call me out for the fake I am.

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