Newest installment in the Jacob series. Read with caution as this is slightly graphic.
-Turner
I see him before he sees me.
Little does he know I’m gunning straight for him. With my car. I know the moment Angel sees me, her eyes widening and glancing back at her would be stalker. As much as I want to ram this bastard with tons of steel, I’d rather get up close and personal. I slam on the brakes, putting it into park and heading straight for him, not bothering to turn off the car or close my door.
“Hey, you!” I yell at the stalker behind her. He stops in his tracks. His hands are twitching, pupils dilated. His hair is long and greasy, and the stench coming off him is atrocious.
“Angel…get in the car.” I say, not taking my eyes off the tweaker that dared follow my girl.
I can tell her body is tense, her arms wrapped around her waist, she does as I say, going to the passenger side and slamming the door.
“Hey man…I meant no harm, I’m just walking here.” The stalker says, his eyes flicking back over to Angel.
Oh no, he isn’t getting away with this. I slide my hand into the holster behind my back, hidden by my black sweatshirt. I grip the handle, releasing my breath on a sigh. I pull the serrated steel out of it’s resting place, and into it’s home. My palm.
His breathing accelerates when he sees my baby glinting in the moonlight.
I know I shouldn’t be doing this in an open area, with Angel just a few feet away. But I’m not sure I can contain my monster, not today. Not now.
I can tell this guy is about to run, his foot is tapping, turning to the right. He may just be some drug addict hoping to rob a young woman for another hit, but I can’t let this scum go. Not alive.
Just as I predicted, he bolts for it. Unfortunately for him, I’m faster. My blade flies from my hand, with no effort on my part at all. It sticks him in the side. He falls to the ground, howling in pain. My baby sticking out of his ribs. I know Angel just witnessed me in action, the real me. But I could care less at this moment. I know she won’t run.
Blood is pouring out of my latest victim, in an open street no less. There will be no clean up this time. No disposing of his body.
“Please…pl…I didn’t…I just…I wasn’t gonna hurt her!” He pleads. Oh, yes, the pleading. I only took a victim an hour ago and here I am relishing in my favorite pastime again. This time feels different though, better. Almost like the first time. Protecting Angel always gave me this feeling.
I ungraciously pull my blade out of his prone body. “Tell me…why should I not gut you like the pig you are right here, right now?”
His eyes go wide as saucers. “I’m an addict man…I got a problem. I wasn’t gonna hurt her. I just needed some cash…I promise you! I PROMISE! Don’t kill me, please. I got a kid.”
Like that would change my mind. I drag the bloody edge of my weapon along this throat, down to his collarbones. Playing, teasing.
“That woman over there…” I use my blade to point at Angel, not meeting her gaze though, “that is my woman. Do you understand me? And you had the audacity to mess with her. To scare her. That is an unforgivable thing.”
He nods vigorously. “I won’t do it again, I’ll do anything…it’s…just let me go.”
I chuckle. It’s time to end this. He isn’t getting out of this alive. I’m too far gone for that. I can tell the moment he realizes what I mean to do, the light drains from his eyes, his grip on his wound loosens. I bring my blade up to his throat, pressing in, I’m about to sever his life from his body when an angelic voice sounds behind me.
“Don’t Jacob.”
I don’t turn, I keep my knife on his jugular, but lessen my pressure.
“Please…don’t make me witness anymore…let him go.”
My heart constricts in my chest. I want to make her happy, but I want to end this guy more. I need to kill this scum.
“Look at me!” She pleads, her voice breaking. I can’t help myself, I turn. Taking in her tear streaked cheeks and red eyes. “Let’s just go, please, Jacob…let’s go home.”
Home…she said home. With me? She wants to go home with me…It plays on my head on a loop. I can’t break her gaze.
But the monster is louder, beating inside me for release. I can’t deny it…my monster takes over.
I end the stalkers life, and shatter my Angel.
turner collins 