He grunts. “You must take me for a fool, Ms. Moretti.”
I flash my gun on my hip. “And you must take me for an idiot.”
“I sure do, ma’am,” he states while standing up. He’s much bigger on his feet, practically towering over me like a hulk. I try not to flinch when he rounds the desk, his footsteps shaking the floorboards. “Damn near dumb to be walkin’ into my store like this.” He peeks over my shoulder and grins. “Alone.”
“Now, Mr. Everett. Sure you want to try me—”
He snatches my sweater and pins me to the desk, causing me to scream.
“Yes, girly,” he growls while he lifts my sweater. “I do want to try you.” He grabs my tit hard, making me scream even louder. “I’m in charge of these borders. And you’re going to—”
He chokes, his grip on my tit going lax. When he crumples to the ground, he nearly takes me with him, seizing at my feet while blood trickles from a wound on the back of his neck. A bat clatters to the ground, drawing my attention to the man standing in the doorway.
“P-Parker?”
The demonic glare he shoots at the man on the ground makes me freeze. But when he looks at me, his gaze softens, concern replacing his anger.
“Come on, precious.” He extends his hand. “Let’s go.”