Page 4 of Hook

Hook

I've hadmy share of pissed off car owners but this takes the cake.

This woman jumped out of the back seat of her car like a fucking banshee. She screamed and attacked. I didn't even have the chance to get myself ready. I don't usually get caught off guard but at the same time women don't usually hide out in the back of cars.

Right now I can't focus on that, right now I have to focus on the fact that there's a weapon coming straight for my head. At the last second I catch the heavy metal coming straight for me.

The woman doesn't let the tire iron go. I could easily rip it out of her grasp, but then I'd run the risk of her saying that I hit her. I'm not about to go down for a domestic abuse charge—especially when she's the one who snuck in here.

How the hell did she get in here in the first place?

I turn her so her back is pressed against my front, and she can't swing the tire iron anymore. The minute I feel like she's finally starting to lose some of the fire burning inside of her, I whisper in her ear, "someone's been a bad girl."

She was like a wildcat caught in a trap, her body tense and coiled like a spring. And as I whispered those words in her ear, her fiery resistance began to falter.

She shudders, and I feel her muscles go tense.

With one final tug of the metal, I disarm the woman and let her take a step away from me. "What are you going to do to me?" she whispers, but she doesn't take her eyes off my face.

I can't see much of her. I can tell she's a woman, but the slight frame of her body and the strands of hair pouring out of the hoodie she's wearing catch my attention. Her voice is soft but determined.

Something happened to this woman, and right now she thinks I'm about to further that trauma. If the trauma has anything to do with her car, I might just do that.

"What are you talking about?" I take a step back before I throw the tire iron against the side gate, away from both of us. The motion seems to put her at ease because she lets her arms drop to her side, and I swear I hear her exhale.

"He told you to bring me here, right? So where is he?" She pulls the hood down from her head, and I gasp at the sight of her.

She's definitely not what I expected. She's beautiful, a little skinny, and the bags under her eyes let me know that she's been deprived of good sleep for a long time. But besides that, she's still a looker.

I close my eyes before I look down, willing my cock not to get hard. She's already on edge, and if I can't control my hormones, she's definitely going to get the wrong impression.

"Look, lady, I don't know what you're talking about. No one told me to bring you anywhere. In fact, I'd appreciate it if you got off my property."

"Your property?" she questions, looking around. She does a tight spin, and when she's turned in my direction again, I see the small "o" on her face. She's just understanding what's going on here. I didn't take her anywhere; I took her car.

The scent of rust and oil from the tire iron fills the air. Mixed with it is the woman's perfume, a sweet and flowery scent that contrasts with the musty odors of my tow lot. It’s not the best job in the world but I don’t have to answer to anyone besides Brick who owns the building.

"You towed me!" she shrieked.

"Yeah, you were parked in a no-parking zone. The stores were closed, and the owner of the establishment has had too many people using his lot as free overnight parking."

"Well, I didn't know that." She bristles and presses her hands against her hips.

"The signs were clearly posted."

"I didn't see them." She shrugs and tries to walk back to her car. I sidestep just to stop her. I wasn't going to put my hands on her, but I definitely wasn't going to let her take her car. I'd already let the authorities know that I'd picked it up.

"I don't know what to tell you, but you can't keep me here." She lifts her chin, and part of me wants to boop her nose like a small child.

"No, I'm not going to keep you here. In fact, if you could high-tail it the hell out of my lot, I'd greatly appreciate it."

She tries once again to get around me. "I'm not leaving without my car."

The words slipped from my lips like honey, dripping with sincerity and love. "Oh sweetheart, you are, you just don’t realize it yet," I whispered, my voice barely audible but full of conviction.

She took a step back, her body tensing up as if anticipating a threat. I can't blame her for being cautious, in the best of lights I can be described as menacing. Tonight in the dim light of this car filled lot I’m sure I look like a monster in her eyes.

I can see the fear in her eyes, the apprehension in her movements. Every inch I closed the distance between us, she retreats further away, almost as if she was afraid of getting too close.