Total pages in book: 157
Estimated words: 145088 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 725(@200wpm)___ 580(@250wpm)___ 484(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 145088 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 725(@200wpm)___ 580(@250wpm)___ 484(@300wpm)
Baby leapt back, landing on all four legs with her eyes wide and fur bristled as if she were a startled house cat. She then made a yelp that sounded pathetically weak for an animal her size, and weaseled out of the room with her stomach low to the floor. She stampeded down the corridor, her paws tapping against the wood at frantic speed, when the unfortunate creditor looked up at the threat standing right next to him.
“Who the fuck—”
Hammer kicked the gun away and put the handle of the sledgehammer on his shoulders, grabbing it with both hands. He knew how intimidating of a sight that was, especially from the floor, but he restrained the confident smirk trying to sneak its way onto his face. The unnatural bend to the man’s arm made his heart beat faster.
“You’re trespassing.”
The repo stared at him but patted the floor in an attempt to find something that might be used as a weapon. “You broke my fucking arm! Do you have any idea who I am?” he spat as irregular red spots bloomed on his face like a Rorschach test on human skin.
“It won’t matter when you turn into tiger food. I’ve gotten quite good with the meat grinder,” Hammer said, never taking his eyes away from the face gradually becoming shiny with sweat.
“You’ll pay for this, you fucking psycho!” the repo yelled, attempting to get up, as if he’d already gotten permission to leave. This guy might be able to frighten Cora who, despite her quirks and former career in porn, was a normal person. But Hammer was not a regular citizen, and he knew exactly how to deal with such measly attempts at intimidation. If he had a dollar for every guy who tried to use the do-you-know-who-I-am line on him, he’d be stinking rich by now.
And since the message he was trying to convey hadn’t sunk in yet, Hammer swung his weapon again, this time unable to fight the grin splitting his face when all the tiny bones in the guy’s hand cracked under the metal head.
The man’s thick neck tensed, revealing tendons, eyes opened, and the bright, even teeth were revealed in their entirety as the repo’s face turned into a mask of shock. The skin might remain intact, but bones were fractured, and fingers twisted at unnatural angles as swelling started to set in. Adrenaline must have been enough to block out the pain, because the bastard wasn’t screaming yet.
“Shut up,” Hammer said
Now the repo was paying attention, and Hammer liked it this way. Blood throbbed in his ears and gums with the excitement of a predator playing with his food. He’d seen Rogue hunt down a rat in her enclosure yesterday, and he felt that same joy at this righteous violence. No one needed to know how much he liked it, as long as the people he dealt with were vermin.
The repo-man stared at him with bulging eyes, protecting his broken hand with the other arm. “Okay, okay! I’ll go. Keep the gun,” he added in a raspy breath, as if Hammer were offering to give back the firearm in the first place.
“That’s better,” Hammer said, scooting down to see the flattened hand in more detail. Despite its fragility, it hadn’t broken apart and retained its general shape, even though the swelling was malforming it at a rapid speed. Such a resilient little piece of flesh.
He smiled. “I’m a good friend of Cora’s and will be staying here for a while. I understand that she has to make good on her debts, but you won’t be taking advantage of her. She will pay you back the exact sum she borrowed when she has the money,” Hammer said.
Understanding passed through the other man’s bloodshot eyes, and he nodded, clenching his teeth. “Can I go?” he rasped, no doubt eager to visit the ER.
“As long as you promise to be good and leave her alone.”
“Promise. I’ll wait for her to reach out,” the repo said, trembling when he pulled himself up against the wall. Half of his attention remained on the sledgehammer, so maybe he was capable of learning.
“Good man. Don’t forget to close your truck bed. Don’t want you to lose the shoes I’ve spotted there,” Hammer said, rising to his feet and placing the head of the sledgehammer on the floor.
The guy scrambled away like the cockroach he was, and Hammer noticed that blood dripped from his hand on the way, leaving a trail of tiny spots. He wasn’t sure if Baby should be allowed back in until that was cleaned up. The repo drove off, leaving behind a cloud of dust and some bodily fluids.
Hammer snorted and walked to the kitchen to get some paper towels and disinfectant. Once he disposed of the blood, he left the sledgehammer in the guestroom he was occupying and returned to the cat house with satisfaction settling in his muscles as if he’d been given a real good blowjob.