My eyes moved down her silhouette, sizing her up. She was a very petite woman, so thin she couldn’t be more than 110 pounds despite her above-average height. She had lean muscles in her arms and legs, a figure that was both athletic and strong. Maybe she was tougher than most girls, but she was still nothing compared to me.
Someone four times her size was still nothing compared to me.
I followed behind her with my hands in my pockets because this was a casual grab. I would cup my hand over her mouth and silence her screams before I choked her out and made her body go limp. Then I’d throw her over my shoulder and take her home like a deer carcass I’d shot in the woods.
Easy.
I came closer to her, my footsteps slightly audible if she was paying attention, but her heels were so loud, I doubt she noticed. A green purse hung off her shoulder, and she looked down and riffled through it to find her keys, the number one thing women should not do.
Ignore her surroundings.
Liam described this woman as having some kind of intelligence, but I didn’t see any sign of it anywhere. All I saw was a dumb girl in a sundress and heels, completely oblivious to the enormous man behind her who could do some seriously terrible things.
Dumbass.
She stopped walking altogether because finding her keys in that big-ass purse was quite a task that required minutes rather than seconds. It was probably stuffed with lipstick, hair ties, old receipts from cafés, and a bunch of other bullshit that turned her purse into a trash can.
And now it would cost her life.
I moved behind her and started to make my move.
With lightning speed, she turned around and swung her purse like a weapon. She smacked it hard against my face, hitting me with her heavy pile of trash that struck my cheek so hard I actually felt it sting.
Bitch.
But that wasn’t all. She pulled her purse back and revealed a decent-sized knife in her grasp.
That was what she was looking for—not her damn car keys.
She held it with confidence, the blade pointed down so she couldn’t accidentally stab herself. It was a move someone had taught her, not something she’d picked up on her own, unless she watched a lot of YouTube videos. Carved into her serious features was the look of a madwoman. Her eyes were full of menace, and she actually showed her teeth like a threatened dog. She didn’t warn me to run away or threaten to call the cops.
Instead, she tried to kill me.
She stabbed me in the arm, not waiting for me to get my footing after being hit in the face with a goddamn purse. She dug the blade right into my arm like a maniac. “Don’t fuck with me, asshole.” The blade sank deep into my flesh before it was ripped out again, and then she slammed her heel into my stomach, knocking the air out of my lungs.
Jesus Christ.
I fell back, my face on fire, choking for air, and my arm bleeding all over the fucking place.
But that wasn’t enough for her. When my guard was down because I’d just gotten my ass handed to me, she came at me again.
Should’ve taken Liam seriously, apparently.
Now, I stopped paying attention to her bright dress and her long, done-up hair. I looked at her as a man and finally treated her like one. When she jumped on me, the blade was aimed right at my stomach.
This bitch was actually going to try to kill me.
I threw up my arm and braced her so her hand couldn’t drive the knife inside me a second time. I threw her off of me, making her hit the pavement with a loud thud.
That didn’t slow her down—at all.
It was enough time for me to get to my feet and look her in the eye with my hands up and ready for a fight.
She was just as ready, that knife so steady she could be a surgeon. “Come on, fuckboy.”
What the fuck did she just call me?
“You better run, or I’ll skin your ass alive.” She spun the knife around her wrist, trying to show off her handling skills. “You’re lucky I’m in heels because I can’t run as fast as you. I suggest you take advantage of that.”
I could say I’d assaulted a lot of people, but never had it gone like this. Even if people didn’t know who I was, they were so scared of my size, they shit their pants, and they were never brave enough to talk shit like this. And she was a woman, to top it off.
She made a fake lunge, trying to scare me off with that big, bloody knife. “Who the fuck do you think I am?” She started to shout, probably in the hope someone would hear the commotion and come to her rescue.