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The nail struck, more specifically. It sliced open my thigh and pinned me in place. Garfield came out to say hello.
And now, the man of the hour is here to ask me one very reasonable question.
“What the hell are you doing on my property?”
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There’s a half-naked girl hanging from my fence.
I pause a few feet away from her and stop to survey the scene. She’s dangling helplessly. One hand on the top of the boards, so close to freedom and yet so very fucking far away. There’s some kind of orange cartoon cat printed on her ass. The tattered material of her leggings flaps in the wind.
She doesn’tlooklike any assassin who’s ever tried to kill me before.
But there’s a first time for everything, so I keep my distance for now.
“What the hell are you doing on my property?” I snarl.
She flops where she’s hanging, enough for the curtain of hair to flow back from her face. I vaguely recognize her as the girl who lives next door, in that little shack the city zoning board refused to let me bulldoze.
“Most people would offer a girl some help down,” she gasps. She kicks again and sucks in a sharp wince.
My eyes track downward to see blood on her skin. There’s a loose nail responsible for cutting her open. She needs medical care and a tetanus shot.
But she chose the wrong property to trespass on if she wants a Good fucking Samaritan.
“That’s not an answer to my question.”
“I’m—” She coughs and winces again. “Can’t breathe…”
My God.If she is in fact one of Boris Sobakin’s hired killers, like I first suspected she was, then she’s his most pathetic attempt yet.
It’d be easy to leave her here. My security will come to do what they’ve been trained to do with thieves and would-be criminals. She’d disappear forever. Hell, I might be able to finally raze her house to the ground.
But something stops me. Fuck if I know what that something is. Pity, maybe.
Or maybe it’s the curve of her leg peeking off from beneath the ruined leggings. Maybe it’s how depressing I find her washed-too-many-times, never-been-seen-by-a-lover panties. They tell a story of a life spent shying away from the gaze of men like me, men who dominate everything set in front of them. Maybe it’s that I want to rip those things off and see if her pussy is as sweet and innocent as the rest of her.
“Pity” is the simplest explanation, though.
Rolling my eyes, I stride forward. I put two hands on her hips, lift her carefully away from the protruding nail, and set her down on her feet.
I ought to let her go once the job is done. But my hands stay plastered on her waist for a few seconds longer than they should. My eyes bore into hers. She’s got light blue irises, almost translucent, cotton candy cerulean. Her lips are soft and bow-shaped and a tiny, scared breath passes between them as she looks up at me and swallows.
Too innocent by a fucking mile.I peel my hands from her hips and tuck them in my pockets where they belong. Just touching this girl is almost enough to ruin her. Entertaining my fantasies of shredding that orange cat underwear to pieces would absolutely do the trick.
“I’m not most people,” I murmur.
She recoils and blinks in confusion. “What?”
“You said ‘most people’ would help you down. I’m not most people.”
“Oh. Well, yeah. Duh. You live in a castle, for starters.”
I snort and glance back at my house over my shoulder. Compared to her tiny little hovel, it does have some castle-like qualities. “Envy is unbecoming,” I remark as I turn my gaze back on her.
The girl rolls her eyes. “Ah, the luxuries of being able to shit in a different bathroom every day of the week. Good to know it hasn’t gone to your head.”
