What Hand?
“He what?” Xavier clenched his fist in anger. What the hell was she telling him? If that truly happened then he was afraid the station would be going down.
“He spanked my ass,” Elaine repeated.
“The fuck, I’m going to make him eat his own dick. What does he look like?”
“It’s fine, Xavier, let’s just go.”
“I asked a fucking question, Elaine. I expect an answer. What does he look like.”
“Promise you’re not going to go in there and cause a ruckus.”
“Elaine.”
Eline flinched at the call of her name. Xavier only calls her by her name whenever he is angry. He was fuming.
“He was short, blonde and ugly. Not a pleasant sight at…”
Before she could complete her words, he opened the car’s door and stepped out, closing it behind him. She tried to come out of the car only to find it locked. He locked the car on her. What was he going to do there?
“Xavier,” she yelled but it all fell on deaf ears as the angry man stormed into the building, pushing the door open and glaring at the man who stood at his arrival.
“Hey you. You cannot just come in here. Get out.” The clerical man yelled.
Xavier took slow steps toward him and once he got to the man, he slammed his hand on the table separating them.
“You’re the only blonde idiot here?” He asked, making sure he didn’t get the wrong person.
“I’m the only one here today. Now, get out, bastard.”
“Your children would become bastards after today.”
Elaine has asked him not to cause a ruckus. That was an understatement for the plans he had in mind for the man before him. The bastard dared to touch her.
“Enough, I know that you want to use our restroom. Just go in there, do your shit, and come pay me.”
“Pay you.” Xavier raised a brow.
“Yes.”
A roar of laughter reverberated around them. Xavie threw his head back and laughed at the man before him. In slow deliberate slides, he rounded the table, stopping right before the man, his expression now hard and unforgiving.
“What hand did you touch her with?” His voice dripped with the wicked things he had in mind for him.
“Wh…who?”
“What hand did you touch my wife with?”
The man’s eyes widened in realization, a chuckle breaking out from his lips. “That was your wife? God, her ass is everything, soft and portable. I shall request that you hand her over for a night. I’ll fuck her...”
Xavier’s fist collided with his face, punching him hard enough for him to collide with the floor. “What the fuck you just said, hmm?”
He squatted to his size and delivered a punch again. “Fucking shit. Repeat your words.”
The man tried to push him away. “Man, it is just a woman.” Before he knew it, two of his teeth were sent flying at Xavier’s punch, his sight blurring.
“What hand did you use?”
“Wh..what?”
“What hand did you use on my wife? Don’t make me repeat.”
Immediately, he replied, voice dripping in fear.
“My right. I used my right.”
“Good boy.”
Stuffing a cloth in the man’s mouth, he grabbed his right hand, and twisted it to the side with full force, a smile settling on his lips at the sound of the man’s cries.
“Please, please.” He begged, his voice muffled by the cloth in his mouth.
“You think I’m done? You think I’ll twist your fucking hand and leave? You wish.”
Xavier released the hand, stepping to the side and retrieving a small can of gas. He strode to the man’s side again, ignoring his grunts and attempting to move away.
“Come on, don’t tell me you’re trying to run.”
“Wh…who on earth are you?” The blonde man moved backward with his butt, eyes on Xavier in horror.
“Your worst nightmare.”
“I’m sorry, please forgive me. I swear, I didn’t know she was married. I’m sorry, please.”
“You just didn’t care. Come here.” Xavier popped the can lid open, clutching the man’s chin and forcing his mouth open. He forced the liquid down the man’s throat, ignoring the protest and cries. Once he was done, he threw the can away and watched the blonde man lay weakly on the floor.
“Such a shame. Your intestines must be going through hell.”
Squatting in front of the man, he patted his hair. “Next time, touch any other asses except my woman’s, understood?”
He took the blonde’s phone out of his pocket. “Because my wife asked me not to cause a ruckus, I’ll help you before you die.”
Dialing 1-1-2, he cleared his throat and changed his voice. “12 Featherstone Road, gas station. Someone just had an intake of gas.” At that, he ended the call and threw the phone aside.
“This is a warning. Tell the police about me and I’ll come back for you. Make sure you tell them about you harassing my wife.”
At that, he turned, walked out, and headed back to the car but not without staring at the CCTV cameras at the gas station.
They were all broken. Poor bastards. The gas woman oblivious to the situation, bowed and waved to him as he got back into his car.
“Why did you lock me in here?” Elaine grumbled, her eyes on the blood on his knuckles. “What did you do to him?”
He ignored her, reversed the car, and started driving back to their hotel. “Xavier, what did you do?”
“I took care of him.”
“How?”
“Don’t worry, he’s not dead. Yet.”
Elaine sighed in relief. “He’s not going to die right?”
“And why do you care? He fucking harassed you.”
“Whatever.”
Pushing down the bike on her throat, she stared outside the window, hands folded under her chest.
Finally, after what seemed like forever, the car pulled over at the hotel, the bile in her throat pushing forward. Without waiting for him, she ran to the side of the hotel where a few plant flowers were.
Not able to hold it in further, she let it out, vomiting on the flowers.
What on earth?
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