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He’s a little scraped up, but otherwise he’s miraculously unharmed.
The rage in his face intensifies as soon as he sees me pull up in his car.
Without hanging up the phone, he begins to hobble toward the car, screaming something unintelligible at me.
Honestly, it might be for the best that he survived. I can’t imagine the headlines if a guy with a rich dad got killed in a hit and run.
He runs over to my side of the car, furiously attempting to open the door as I stare up at him with a blank expression. It’s somewhat entertaining to watch him spiral out of control, especially because he’s not even hurt.
When he runs over to Vera’s side, I’m ready to jump to her defense.
I open the door, standing six inches taller than him with at least fifty pounds of solid muscle against his skinny, undeveloped body. He’s unprepared for the difference in size, and I see a momentary regret flash through his eyes before he chooses to finish what he started.
“I’m going to fucking kill you, motherfucker! My dad’s going to sue your ass, you asshole!” Eric shrieks.
His hysterical screaming along with his weak threats serve to do nothing but amuse me. However, he caught me on the wrong day, and that’s going to cost him.
I walk up to him with long, confident strides, pulling my fist back and striking him directly in the nose. He staggers backward as my hand connects with his skull, and he immediately begins to scream from the depths of his soul.
“What the fuck?!” he squeals. “You’re in so much trouble right now. I’ going to beat your ass.”
He gives a pathetic attempt at swinging back, but his punch doesn’t even reach within three inches of me.
He throws himself forward as his fist flies through the air. After three or four attempts to hit me, he barely lands one punch before I catch his hand and toss him to the ground.
“You’re a piece of shit,” Eric says as he tries to fight back tears. “I’m going to fucking kill you.”
“You couldn’t even hit me when I was right in front of you, and you couldn’t stop me from fucking your girlfriend either,” I reply, laughing to myself as his face contorts in impotent rage.
Eric looks on in confused anger as I get back into the car, slamming the door shut before he has a chance to regain his bearings. I start the car again, speeding out of the parking lot in the opposite direction from where I’d driven in.
“So, that didn’t go super well,” Vera says sheepishly. “I thought you were going to let me figure things out.”
“Yeah, well, that idiot provoked me. Besides, beating the shit out of him is what Misha would have wanted me to do,” I deflect. “And it’s a good way to keep me sane until we put together a plan to keep the cops at bay.”
She sits back, easing herself down the seat. “We probably wouldn’t have to do that if you didn’t beat the hell out of Eric.”
I roll my eyes. “What, you’re mad that I fucked up your boyfriend? And now he knows that I fucked you? Because he seemed like an immature prick anyway.”
She sighs heavily, crossing her arms. “He’s not my boyfriend. Sorry, but you didn’t steal anyone’s girl.”
Instead of getting defensive, I smile slightly.
I move my hand over to her lap, resting my hand between her legs. “Oh, does that meanI’myour boyfriend now?”
When I glance at her to see her reaction, I notice that she’s blushing.
She doesn’t say anything, but she doesn’t deny me either.
“I hope you liked how it felt to beat the shit out of Eric, because his family is going to slaughter you in court,” she replies matter-of-factly. “I doubt you’d know who he is just from seeing his face, but Eric is extremely well-connected.”
I smirk, looking over to her again once we reach a red light. “Oh, so you still would rather fuck me than him? Even though he’s so much more connected and powerful than I am?”
Her face turns bright red again, and I sense that she’s been wondering the same thing herself.
Even though I’m having fun, I realize that she’s not biting. She’s probably worried sick about the consequences of messing with a family like Eric’s.
“Hey, listen to me. I’ve had arrangements with rich people for a long time, and one thing is always consistent about them – they’re spineless. Having money makes certain people soft, and those are the ones I can manipulate,” I explain.
