Dirty Wicked Prince by Eden O’Neill EPUB & PDF – eBook Details Online
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- Authors: Eden O’Neill
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Sloane
The screams hit the moment I braked at the stop light. A woman on the
sidewalk just ran past my car.
A hooded dude sprinted behind her.
He chased her. He was big and broad, and I had a moment of: what the
fuck?
I watched the pair in shock, an actual emergency taking place in front of
my eyes. The light changed, but I pulled over and left my car. The man had
chased her around the corner, and in a panic, I rounded my dad’s old
Chevelle to the back.
I popped the trunk, hoping my dad’s baseball bat was still in there. The
screams continued down the block, and I wrestled around until I found the
bat.
And something else.
My father had a legit air horn back here, one of those with the funnel and
everything. I wished I’d been surprised.
“Stop it!” the woman screamed, running backwards. “What do you
want?”
My gaze shot forward, and I left my trunk. I left my car and all sense
included. To make myself appear more intimidating, I pulled my long hair in,
then tugged my hood up. I raced down the street in an act of bravery I most
certainly didn’t have after that.
The woman’s screams led me on.
I found the pair pretty quick, the woman on the ground and the guy above
her trying to get her up. It was easily a guy. He was huge, large back and
even longer limbs.
“Get up, you little bitch,” he growled at her, tugging her. His voice was
distorted and weird like he had some kind of scrambler on it. She kicked at
him from the ground with her tennis shoes, and he cursed. “Fucking cunt. If
you don’t get up and make this easy, I swear to God—”
“Eh, motherfucker!”
Dude whipped around.
He wore a skull mask.
Like a full, evil skeleton mask and the hoodie and all-black attire made
him even more intimidating. I had no idea what age he was, couldn’t tell
since he was dressed head to toe in black. He could have easily been older or
even around my age, eighteen. “What the fuck—”
I raised my bat, ready to knock this guy’s goddamn head off. “Want to
test me? I’ll knock your fucking nuts off. No fucks given.” I gripped the bat
with a confidence I most certainly didn’t have, and maybe the guy saw that,
because he merely tilted his head like I was crazy. He started to stride in my
direction, but then I raised the air horn. I shook my head. “Don’t take another
fucking step.”
I started to squeeze the button, but he shook his head.
“Fucking crazy-ass,” his weird voice growled before doing a little jog
backwards. He raised his hands, washing them of me apparently. He sprinted
down the block around the corner, and I could breathe again.
I dropped the bat, my adrenaline pulsating.
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