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The man instantly turns, and even more disgust coils in my gut.
It’shim.
The man who grabbed my ankle.
No. Not a man. A vulture. A cancerous tumor that needs to be excised.
Anger claws through my insides, like a thorny vine wrapping itself around my limbs until I’m one with it.
Ivy turns to me, her cheek bloody and puffy, tears streaming down her face as he presses her against the dumpster.
“Get the fuck away from her!” I roar, slamming a fist into his back as he laughs.
But that only enrages me further.
“You whores should know when to speak and when to shut up,” he hisses. “Now leave! So I can finish, unless you want me to finish on your face instead.”
His eyes run down my body, his mouth snaking up one side.
Without thinking twice, I reach into my black tote and remove a flip knife I carry everywhere. When he takes in the blade, he cackles like a hyena, his round belly jiggling. He continues to pound into Ivy while she whimpers, sandwiched between him and the wall.
Before he can utter a sound, the knife slashes across his upper arm. He lets out a painful groan, snarling as he glances down at his bleeding arm, the crimson coating his white t-shirt.
“Run.” I inch the knife toward the side of his throat. “I may enjoy this a little too much.”
“You little?—”
“She saidGO.” A deep, guttural voice causes me to gasp, my hairs prickling across the back of my neck.
From deep in the shadows, a man stands, watching us. A black hood covers every inch of his face, the rest of him concealed in darkness, matching the eerie, deadly aura floating around him.
My body crawls with fear.
Even the piece of filth grows scared as he pushes off Ivy and lifts his pants, fumbling with his pockets.
Something slips out of one and falls, but he’s too busy running to realize he dropped his wallet. Without even thinking twice, I grab it and stuff it in my tote.
I gawk at the man in the hood. Like an angel from hell sent to carry me into the darkness with him.
“Who are you?” I call, my pulse racing both from terror and adrenaline.
But instead, he turns and stalks away, leaving me with a heavy feeling in the pit of my stomach.
One I can’t seem to shake.
Not even long after he’s gone.
Ivy refused to press charges. Of course she did. She was too shaken up. Too scared nothing would happen because of what she does.
Men like him always get away with it, while the real victims are cast aside. Unimportant.
After I took her back inside the club, I left with every intention of going home, but instead, I’m going somewhere else entirely.
The man? His name is Barry Mancini.
I don’t even know why I’m driving to his home. But I started to wonder if he was married. If he had kids. Does his family know what a sick piece of shit they’re living with? If not, I plan to tell them.
I want to ruin him. I can’t stop the rage this kind of thing triggers. It feeds my darkness, feeds these thoughts I can’t stop. I want to ruin them all. All the monsters. All the men who hide in plain sight, waiting to hurt us.
