Scáth Powers

That smug b*****d has the balls to ask me how life's treating me? When he's trying to steal her? Keep my temper under control, that's all I keep telling myself. Keep my temper at bay, and it will surely be worth it when I make him pay. We'll finish the order, him and his men will leave, and I'll head to the shack where I know he's headed and where Gina will have that stubborn girl gagged and tied. Kill her? I keep thinking about it, but she needs to stay around here, I need her. But if she watches me kill her prince charming, I don't think she'd attempt an escape again. Perfect plan either way, just keep my temper cooled while we work.

The last crate gets loaded. Same time next week we agree and I watch the trucks drive away before I head into the house for the shotgun, then I start down the path. As I approach I slow my pace and begin to creep, listening for a sound, a noise, a person, anything. Nothing. Then they pierce through the silence of the night, two gunshots. BAP! BAP! I grip the shotgun and sprint to the shack.