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“A cat might not have nine lives, but they always land on their feet.”
He chuckled. “That makes absolutely no sense.”
“In my mind it does.”
“Your mind is a scary place to be sometimes. The schemes you concoct are far beyond what any of your brothers think up.”
“That’s ‘cause girls rule and boys drool.”
I left him with that thought as I went upstairs to get ready.
Tonight was going to be bloody.
* * *
The night wentoff without a hitch.
None of those assholes knew what had hit them until it was all over. One after the other, I did away with them. Then I left a calling card for the future oppressors of the homeless community. I hoped it served as a message they weren’t to be toyed with.
Only time would see.
Once my task was complete, I headed home. Parking in the back, and entering through that door, I escaped the attention of all the onlookers from the clubhouse. It seemed the better recourse since my brother wasn’t receptive to my plans, and it would undoubtedly piss off the guys if I snuck out tonight.
When I got to my room and looked in the mirror, I knew I needed to spend an hour or ten in the shower.
Thank fuck I didn’t get pulled over on my way home.
Blood spattered across my face looked like freckles, and my hair had a rusty tinge to it. The skin tight black clothing I wore hid the fact that I was more than just a little bloody. At least I had the forethought to cover up the front seat in the escalade, otherwise I’d be detailing that beast in the auto body tomorrow morning.
I turned on the shower, then grabbed a garbage bag out of the bottom of my closet, peeling off my clothes off before tossing them inside.
Opening the glass door, I stepped into the shower. I hissed as the piping hot spray hit my legs. Edging around the side, narrowly avoiding the heat, I adjusted the temperature. Then I stepped under the water, groaning as the warmth released tension in my muscles. Closing my eyes, I tilted my head back. I allowed the hot water to clean the first round of grime out of my hair and off of my body.
I reached for my eucalyptus spearmint body wash. It was one of those essential oils ones that reminded me of men’s cologne. It was supposed to reduce stress, which it probably did, but tonight I was using it to remove the scent of violence off of me. I watched as the water transformed from being stained pink to almost clear.
Just as I reached for my shampoo, cool air blasted over me as the door swung open.
Spinning around, swinging my fist. Stopped midair by a hand just before I could connect, I blindly launched another attack with my left one. Landing a glancing blow to the ribs, the intruder groaned.
“Hellcat! Stop! It’s me.”
I gasped. “Hunter?”
“Yeah.” He released my hand and rubbed his ribs. “Fuck that hurt.”
“Serves you right, asshole,” I said. “Why are you sneaking in here?”
His eyes met mine, then he did a slow perusal of my body. “I wanted to see if you needed some company.”
“And after what happened last night, you thought coming in here unannounced would be a good idea?” I asked, hoping he’d see why I reacted like I did.
“Now that you say it like that, I am an asshole. Can we start over?”
“Can we go back to just before I punched you, so I can punch you again?”
He barked out a laugh. “If that’s your kink, then go ahead and punch me.” He held his arms out to the side with his fingers pointed up, as if to allow me a pass to hit him anywhere.
“I don’t actually want to hit you.”
