A Taboo Collection

I sat in front of the shitty little bar where he worked, my heart steady, strong, my adrenaline pumping through my veins. Through the front window, I saw him checking out a scuzzy looking motherfucker.

“I’m going to make you pay, you little motherfucker,” I said to myself, my hands wrapped around the steering wheel, my knuckles white.

The next twenty minutes moved at a snails pace, but then finally, the fucker left the bar. He lit up a cigarette as he made his way to his truck, climbed in, and pulled away from the building.

I followed him until the piece of shit stopped in front of what I assumed was his house. I parked his car across the street, cut the lights and engine, and just watched the bastard walk into the house. I waited to make sure no one else was coming before finally getting out of the car. I walked around to my trunk, opened it, and pulled out a pair of brass knuckles and a baseball bat. I was going old school on this fucker, and it was bringing back a lot of memories from my days of beating the shit out of people in Moscow.

The blood pumped through my veins; the excitement of what was to come making me feel high.

Pulling the hat more firmly down on my head, I closed the trunk and walked toward the front door. I didn’t want to make a scene and have the cops show up, so I knocked, and looked around to make sure it was quiet in this semi-secluded neighborhood. When the front door opened, I pushed my way inside and shut it behind me.

“Hey, what the fuck—” Poppy’s ex’s words were cut off when he looked up at me. Yeah, I was a big motherfucker, and I’d always used it to my advantage.

The silence stretched between us as I stared at this prick, eyed him up and down, and knew this wouldn’t be a fight at all, but me overpowering him easily. The ex wasn’t big, wasn’t even muscular. However, I could see the dark gleam in his eyes, the kind I’d seen a hundred times before from men who liked to take control of those smaller than they were. This fucker hurt Poppy, and he’d pay until blood coated the floor.

“I’m going to make this short and sweet,” I said, walking a step closer to the asshole. The brass knuckles were already on, the baseball bat secure in my grasp.

The fucker held his hands up, like his surrender was going to make this any easier on him. “I don’t know who the hell you are, but I think there has been some kind of mistake.”

I lifted an eyebrow. “A mistake?” I shook my head. “No, you’re the piece of shit that stole from Poppy and thought you could demean her.” I smiled, but I knew it was menacing. “You fucked with the wrong woman.”

The guy shook his head again, and I could practically smell his fear. I knew some pretty fucked up shit I could do to him, make him suffer, cry like a little bitch, but I wanted this done and over with so I could go home to my woman.

Yeah, she was my fucking woman.

“Listen, I think Poppy got it all wrong. I didn’t mean anything by—”

I brought my hand across his cheek, bitch slapping him and successfully shutting him up. The guy looked shocked at first, and my handprint turned his cheek a vibrant red. I slapped him again just for the hell of it, just as an appetizer before the real fun began.

I stepped closer, grinning. “You fucked up, man. Poppy is my woman, and what you did to her,” —I shook my head— “that’s gonna cost you.”

“I can give the money back, no problem.”

I shook my head again. “She doesn’t need the fucking money back. That’s not what this is about. I’ll take care of her in every way.” I moved another step closer, and the fucker kept retreating. “This is about making sure you remember who you fucked with.” I rolled my head around my neck, ready to do this.

“This is bullshit,” the fucker said, the anger finally coming through despite the clear knowledge on his face that this wasn’t going to end well for him.

I was on him in the next second, had my hand on his throat, and I lifted him easily off the ground.

I felt primal right now, animalistic, ready to tear this asshole apart. Just looking at him, I wanted to do some big fucking damage, but I wouldn’t kill him. Right now, this time, I wanted to teach him a lesson… one that would follow him for the rest of his life. It would be a far better punishment than just ending his worthless life.

I tightened my hold, squeezing my fingers around his neck even more, and leaned in close. I stared into his eyes, saw capillaries had burst, the whites now red, is mouth opening and closing as he gasped for air, and felt sadistic pleasure move through me.