happy little stalker.
"I tole you I got this!" her BF shouted.
Yeah, uh-huh, the guy really looked in control of things. So apparently both of them were into delusion - and maybe that explained the relationship: He thought she was a supermodel, and she assumed he had a brain.
"Is this yours?" Trez asked the woman. "Because if it is, would you take it home with you, before you need a bucket loader to clean up the mess?"
"I tole you not to come here," the woman said. "What you doing here?"
Annnnd more evidence of why these two were a match made in heaven.
"How about I let the pair of you sort this out?" Trez suggested.
"I'm in love with him!"
For a split second, the response didn't compute. But then, trashy accent aside, the shit sank in: The floozy was talking about him.
As Trez gave the woman the hairy eyeball, he realized this particular casual fuck had gone into the weeds in a big way.
"You are not!"
Well, at least the boyfriend used the verb correctly this time.
"Yes, I am!"
And that was when everything FUBARed. The bull launched himself at the woman, breaking his own wrist to get free. Then the two of them went nose-to-nose, screaming obscenities, their bodies arching in.
Clearly, they'd had practice at this.
Trez looked around. There was no one in the parking lot, and nobody walking by on the sidewalk, but he didn't need a domestic dispute rolling out in the back of his club. Inevitably, someone would see it and do a 911 - or worse, that hundred-pound chippie was going to push her big, dumb boyfriend just one inch too far, and get good and trampled.
If he only had a bucket of water or, like, a garden hose to get them to disengage.
"Listen, you guys need to take this - "
"I love you!" the woman said, turning on Trez and grabbing the front of her bustier. "Don't you get it? I love you!"
Given the sheen of sweat on her skin - in spite of the fact that it was thirty degrees - it was pretty clear she was on something. Coke or meth, if he had to guess. X was generally not associated with this kind of aggression.
Great. Another bene.
Trez shook his head. "Baby girl, you don't know me."
"I do!"
"No, you don't - "
"Don't you fucking talk to her!"
The guy went for Trez, but the female got in the way, putting herself in front of a speeding train.
Fuck, now it was time to get involved: No violence against women around him. Ever - even if it was collateral.
Trez moved so fast, it was close to turning back time. He shifted his "protector" out of the line of fire, and threw out a shot that caught the charging animal right in the jaw.
Made little or no impression. Like hitting a cow with a wad of paper.
Trez got a fist in the eye, a light show exploding in half of his vision, but it was a lucky hit more than anything coordinated. His payback, however, was all that and so much more: with quick coordination, he unleashed knuckles in rapid succesion, working that gut, turning the guy's cirrhotic liver into a living, breathing punching bag - until the BF was doubled over, and listing heavily to port.
Trez finished things off by kicking that moaning deadweight onto the ground.
Whereupon he outted his gun and shoved the muzzle right in tight to the guy's carotid.
"You have one shot at walking away from this," Trez said calmly. "And here's how it's going to go. You're going to get up and you're not going to look at her or talk to her. You're going to go out around to the front of the club and get the fuck into a cab and go the fuck home."
Unlike Trez, the man didn't have a well-developed and maintained cardio system - he was breathing like a freight train. And yet, given the way his bloodshot, watery eyes were staring upward in alarm, he'd managed to focus in spite of the hypoxia, and had gotten the goddamn message.
"If you aggress on her in any way, if she's got so much as a split end thanks to you, if any of her property is compromised by anyone?" Trez leaned in close. "I'm going to come at you from behind. You won't know I'm there, and you won't live through what I'm going to do to you. I promise you this."
Yup, Shadows had special ways of disposing of their enemies, and