Page 246 of Hate to Love You
Sean bolts from the chair, not realizing that directly behind him is a very curious Kodiak bear-chasing after him like a bakery vehicle. He doesn’t even make it halfway across the ring before Baloo is on him, slapping at him with his giant paw.
I can tell that at first, the bear thinks that Sean is just playing with him. However, when the terrified bleeding man turns and starts kicking and hitting Baloo, I watch in real time as his attitude shifts entirely.
Pinned beneath him, the bear roars, nipping at Sean’s ribs and slashing his face.
Sitting in the seats that are set up around the ring, I smile to myself but then I hear someone sigh beside me.
“Is this too much for you, darling?” I ask, turning to face Abby who leans back against the metal seat.
“No,” she shrugs, looking down at her nails. “That’s not it.”
“Then what is it?”
“Oh no, I don’t want to give you my opinions on how you conduct your business,” She shakes her head.
I smirk.
Grabbing her by the hand I yank her into my lap and grab her chin as Sean continues screaming in the background.
“Since when have you ever hesitated to tell me your opinions on anything I do, eh?”
She laughs quietly to herself.
“Forgive me,” she says looking up at me with a smirk tugging at the corners of her mouth. “But it just seems like such a…waste.”
“A waste?” I snort.
“Yeah, I mean, I get it and all,” she shrugs. “Having a bear tear him apart is poetic and ironic, but seems like such a waste of a good…kill. You don’t get to see their life leave their eyes.”
It’s hard to describe the feelings that flood my veins as I digest her words.
I’ve never had someone tell me that they would prefer more of the agonizing screaming echoing in the room as Sean struggles to keep away from the angry bear.
And it’s strangely…hot.
Abigail is unquestionably made for me.
I run my thumb along her smooth jaw, watching her pale cheeks flush with color.
She’s beautiful. And she’s mine. Finally fucking mine.
“Arrrgh! Please! Someone help me!” Sean wails.
But I don’t care.
All I see is Abigail Wayne. My very own little psychopath.
Without taking my eyes off of her I yank my gun from my holster and fire one shot into the air, momentarily distracting every man, woman, and bear in the vicinity.
“Jeremy, take Baloo home, and feed him whatever he wants.”
“Yes, Boss,” I hear him say, but my eyes are still glued to Abby’s.
He shouts a few stern commands in Russian and I hear Baloo grunting in response. Extending my hand, I pull the goddess before me into my arms and crush my lips to hers.
“Come.”
Silently I lead her down the steps and back into the ring, its dirt floor now covered in Sean’s blood and scraps of his mangled flesh.