Chapter 3

ZERO

I've always seen her from afar, never so close. I've always thought of her as beautiful, but coming so close to her, even with the fear in her eyes, she looks gorgeous.

Damn, her face and body should be fucking outlawed.

No woman should ever have a face like that, the curves she has. She was dressed like a fucking old maid, but fuck if that did shit to hide her curves.

Fucking hourglass perfect shape.

I forced my eyes away from her body and stared at the bastard who had stepped away from her and stared at me like I was the stranger.

The asshole doesn't know shit.

"Get away from her." I groaned, trying to act fucking civil for the first time in a damn long time.

What I want to do is drag him close and punch his damn nose, break his fucking jaw and leave his freaking face reconstructed.

"Hey, who do you think you are to try and tell me what to do!?"

"Step the fuck away, man, or your family will be paying morgue fees very soon."

Bastard turned to the shocked woman, "Do you know this psycho, honey?"

She was on the verge of shaking her head but one look at my face must have made her rethink the gesture.

She didn't say or do anything.

As for me....?

"Call her honey again, and fucking loose a leg."

"How dare you!? Who the hell do you think you are!?" Bastard is pissed.

I was almost in rage. My fucking fingers tickled. They wanted to pull a trigger, hopefully on the bastard's brain.

I started reaching for my gun. Gotta feel so fucking good to take a leg from that bastard. I'm gonna shoot in the big toe, so he'll have a fucking limp for the rest of this short damn life.

Lani chose that moment to jerk herself to movement at that moment. She turned to dickhead, "Please leave, Jonathan, we will speak later."

Dickhead was surprised that Lani chose me over him, and for a moment he was ready to protest and hesitate.

But, Lani gently held his shoulder and urged him towards the door. I raised my eyes and dared the bastard to say more but Lani was able to coax him through the door and close it.

Fina-fucking-lly. We are alone.

Just the way I goddamn wanted it.

My eyes roamed over the girl and my cock jerked angrily. Fuck, I've not been so goddamn turned on by a woman this fast just by running by damn eyes from her body.

She shifted uncomfortably from one foot to another under my scrutiny.

"Do you want to buy flowers?" She asked softly, her voice a fucking dream now that it's directed to me.

I want to shove her to a wall, push her to her knees, stuff my thick cock through her lips and watch her choke and gag as she takes it deep.

Goddamn, cock was now painfully hard and poking on my damn zipper. Shit.

I adjusted myself, watching her carefully. Her eyes never strayed past my face. She has no fucking clue.

"D-Do you want flowers?" She repeated.

"What are they for?"

Her eyes widened like saucers like she couldn't believe I just asked such a question. I was fucking serious, though.

I ain't got no fucking garden to decorate like a ninny, so why in Judas's fuck would I want a flower?

"You really don't know what they are for?" She asked incredulously.

"I ain't got no garden," I stated.

"Oh. B-But you can give it to a woman you care about. I-It can be u-used as a gift. Y-You can also use it to express feelings like l-love."

I cocked my head to the side and wondered. Would it be weird if I buy the flowers, give them to her and express my lust?

"No, I don't want flowers today." I decided.

I gritted my teeth when I thought of how many men come in here pretending to buy goddamn flowers just to see her face and lust after her body.

They. Will. All. Die. If. I. Get. Them.

"You don't want f-flowers? W-What do you want?" She shifted uncomfortably.

I can make a goddamn list that starts with shoving my tongue into her sweet mouth and end with her on her back and my cock deep inside her sweet lush body.

Instead, I took a step closer to her.