Page 38 of Fight
“Get up, Arthur,” Tommy snarls, turning on the electrical baton, shoving it into the alpha’s side. It’s on a low voltage, but he still gasps as he shudders and flops around. It takes a few tries before Arthur can get up on his feet, and I blow him a kiss when he glances over at me.
Arthur is extremely homophobic, which is silly in a world where you can’t help who you are biologically pulled toward. It really chapped my ass when Gabriel accused me of being the same as Arthur, though I guess I was being pretty shady with my questions. My sister’s pack is over the top on their affection, but it doesn’t bother me in the least. I’m simply happy that Wren is happy and safe.
She deserves all good things.
“In honor of how long you’ve been with the family, I’m going to offer you a deal,” Tommy says slowly. Arthur snarls and mutters obscenities under his breath, annoying me. It’s fine, I have a lot of knives and guns hidden all over me, and I found some throwing stars to soften the asshole up.
“If you can outrun the truck, I’ll let you go.”
Arthur lifts his legs that are heavily hindered by the chains as he scoffs. “Are you fucking kidding me? I’m a sitting duck right now!”
Tired of his voice already, I purse my lips as I close one eye to offer myself a bit more of a challenge before I throw one of the sharp stars at Arthur’s face. Tommy grins as it sinks perfectly into his cheek and Arthur screams.
“The longer you complain, the more you piss me off,” I say. “I have a lot of shit to throw at you. Or I can just shoot you execution style.”
Pulling out my gun, I shrug as if I don’t care either way.
“No, no. A chance is a chance,” Arthur whines. No one would believe this is the same alpha that scares the shit out of business owners in Chicago simply because of his reputation. How the mighty fall.
“Perfect. Looking forward to seeing my truck’s skid marks on all of that pasty ass skin,” Tommy says as he turns his back on him to get into the vehicle.
“Wait, what? Seriously?!” Arthur screams as Tommy turns on the car.
“Run,” I say simply, opening the duffel bag filled with shit. My boss squeals the tires while it’s in park, making Arthur yelp and turn around to start running. “I hope he pisses himself.”
Tommy chortles as he puts the truck into drive, doing a U-turn before he begins to chase the pissant. Standing, I pick up the potatoes and tomatoes that David packed for me. I make sure to brace myself, so that I don’t get thrown out the truck before I begin to heckle Arthur as I throw food at him.
“Hey, limp dick! Is that waddle the best you can do?” I ask him.
“Fuck off! This isn’t fair!” Arthur screams back as he struggles.
Rolling my eyes, I pull another throwing star and start mixing it up. A star here, a tomato at the fucker’s head there. The screams hit differently depending on what I’m throwing at him.
“You’re sick! Stop!” Arthur screams as Tommy revs the engine and pretends to hit him until his foot presses firmly on the gas and slams into the alpha.
Arthur flies through the air as my jaw drops in surprise.
“Oops,” Tommy mutters, making me snicker. This man has perfect control, so I know it was on purpose. Pulling my gun out of one of the many holsters where I’m hiding weapons, I don’t bother to put on the silencer. We’re far enough out of the city that the cows won’t care if I shoot my gun, and the neighbors are used to it.
Aiming as Tommy stops the vehicle a couple of feet from the groaning alpha, I grin as I shoot at the ground near Arthur’s foot. He screams like a baby, scrambling up as he takes off running. The chains don’t seem to be as much of a hindrance as he skip-runs, making me chuckle as Tommy guns the engine and races after him.
“Run you fucker!” Tommy yells as I take care to shoot the ground around Arthur. Probably a little immature, but his yelps make me happy.
“You have your little whore! Why are you chasing me? Just kill me if you’re gonna do it,” he complains as he huffs as he runs.
Rolling my eyes, I wish there were smaller grenades that I could use that would only do damage to the person I’m throwing them at. I guess I need to find someone to make me some for my next chase.
Fuck if I want this to be my only one. I’m sure there will be other assholes who need to be punished.
My eyes narrow as I watch as Arthur tries to run into a field while naked except his shoes, shaking my head. Tommy may have lied about letting him go, but I don’t want to risk it. So, I calmly shoot him in the kneecap from my perfect vantage spot in the bed of the truck.
Jumping out of the vehicle, I decide he hasn’t been run over enough. Cerenity was definitely more banged up than this, or maybe I’m just telling myself this.
Pulling Arthur by one leg back into the road, I roll my eyes as I see the growing wet spot on the ground. As I flip him onto his back, a full stream of urine flies through the air, making me curse. Dickhead.
“Now you’re going to piss yourself?” I ask as I push him into the road with my foot. Arthur tries to wiggle away, looking like a psycho worm as I snicker. “Run him over again, Tommy, and then we’ll take him to the farm. I’m sure the pigs are getting hungry.”
Arthur freaks out, somehow getting onto his feet as he limps and almost falls over as Tommy guns the truck and hits him again. The alpha flies forward, as my best friend does his best to make him roadkill.