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When they’re backed into the corner of the bathroom I can’t just stop here. I’m having too much fun. This is exhilarating.
“Now, get on your knees.”
They do so, grumbling and cursing, looking humiliated.
“Kick him in the face,” I insist.
Nok hesitates, giving me the side eye. “He’s down.”
“So?”
“So… he’s down.”
“He called you a prairie nigger.”
He tenses. “He’s down. I’m not kicking a man while he’s down.”
“He’d do it to you, to your brother, your dad, your gran… he doesn’t give a fuck. Teach him a lesson.”
He turns to face me fully and waves a hand at them. “You want me to be as bad as he is?” Despite his protests I see the glint in his eyes, the thirst for violence and vengeance.
“I want you to get a good kick in before we lock them in this bathroom.”
“He’s fucking down. I’m not about to kick a man while he’s down.”
I raise a brow, wanting to push him more but I can’t risk sticking around. The last thing I want is the cops on my case, Mom would kill me and Willow is too weak to move again right now. I’m lucky nobody has walked in yet but then again this is a small town and we are on the edge of it. If these are the kind of people this gas stop attracts then it’s no wonder it’s so dead here.
“Pussy.” When I look at the truckers, I flip down my visor. “It was nice meeting you, gentlemen.”
“Fuck off,” Butthead snarls and Greasy spits at my feet. “Nigger-fucking bitch.”
I smile when Nok spins, his temper maxed out. His booted foot flies out and connects with Greasy’s jaw. I see it snap to the side, probably breaking when it does. Blood sprays across the tiles in a pretty pattern and he hits them cheek first with a jarring thud. The sound it makes… fuck. So nice. You just can’t replicate that sound. No movie has ever done it justice.
“Fuck yeah,” I breathe and swallow to make my mouth moisten. “Nice hit.”
“You absolute cunt! You broke his jaw!”
I raise the gun to the man who starts to stand, and he quickly gets back on his knees. I smirk at him, not that he can see it through the helmet.
“Maybe you’ll think about that the next time you mess with a nigger-fucking bitch and her band of merry natives.”
“I want to laugh, but it’s not really appropriate,” Joseph calls from the gas station.
I back out of the room, using my hand on Nok’s chest to push him with me. Then I slam the door shut and lean around the shelf to look at Joseph. “Get me the key for this fucking thing.”
The cashier hands them over and Joseph tosses them to Nok who uses them to lock the door and then tosses them back to Joseph. I won’t admit aloud that I watched his shoulders and arms as he moved and enjoyed every second.
“Well, it’s been fun, boys, but I’ve got places to be and shit to do.” I put the safety back on the gun and tuck it into the front of my pants.
“My wallet,” Nok demands, sounding gruff.
He holds out his hand but I thrust my chest forward slightly, making my play.
“Get it yourself.”
He laughs once and wets his lips. “Oh, it’s like that, is it?”
I step closer to him and walk two fingers up his chest. “Either you get it, or I leave with it.”
Smirking, he holds my eyes as he lowers his hand into the V of my jacket. He could just unzip it a little more for better access but where’s the fun in that? He wets his lips and slides his fingers between the stiff material of my jacket and my shirt, grazing and brushing my heaving breasts with his hand as he searches for his wallet.
I turn, putting my back to him, the back of my helmet thumps against his shoulder as his hand dips further into my jacket. I hum happily, enjoying his touch which is rare for me because normally I hate the touch of anybody.
“Take your time,” I whisper just as his hand grasps it and slowly starts to drag it to freedom.
He stops at my breasts again but then one of the truckers starts kicking and screaming at the door.
“SHUT THE FUCK UP!” I yell back and he stops.
Nok moves away much to my disappointment.
“Time to go,” I say brushing past him, putting an exaggerated sway to my hips. “Have a good evening, boys.” I look at the cashier. “If I catch wind of the cops sniffing around, I’ll come back.”
He audibly gulps. “But what if they call them?”
I laugh because I know that those greasy fucks have got more to lose than a gun and couple of grand if the cops get involved. “Truckers aren’t snitches. Are you?”
