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Out of all of us, Henley had the least amount of brain cells, and it showed.
“What do you suggest we do with this girlfriend of his, Henley? Rough her up? We don’t mess with girls. Not like that.”
“You touch another woman without consent, and it won’t just be your wrist I’m breaking.”
Unlike when I saw him in the alley, he now wore a skeleton mask that took up half his face, with a black cowboy hat casting him in a slight shadow.
“I want you to listen very closely.” His eyes, so dark behind the mask, devoured me where I stood. “Are you listening, Darlin’?”
He must be dreaming if he thought I’d go with him willingly. “Who even are you?” I spit. “Your worst nightmare.”
Standing at the end of the alley, blocking my only exit, stood a man in a cowboy hat, wearing the same skeleton mask as the night before.
A hand shot out, wrapping around my neck. I didn’t have time to fight as he shoved me up against the wall and covered my mouth with a gloved hand.
“So, you’re cowboys,” she said, tone flat. “Ranchers,” I corrected.
“Their company is much more enjoyable than yours. They know a little something about personal space.”
Her ponytail had brushed over her shoulders each time it swung back and forth, sweat dripping down her skin, mouth parted as she breathed deeply. I wanted to see her like that, but in an entirely different setting.
Women always caused shit so fucking early.
“Then run, Darlin’.”
