didn’t feel it, because my crazy-bitch-strength had kicked in.
It was at the point where anger doesn’t allow you to accept pain, and all good sense was lost, so your mind believes you are superhuman. After the day I’d had, after the bad news that I had received from Corvel, I needed to expel my rage, and Arjen was kind enough to give me this opportunity. The fact that it was time for mother nature to fuck with my hormones on top of it all was fuel to a fire that was already out of control.
“Mecca! Mecca!” Arjen yelled at my back. The volume of his loud voice added to the chaos narrating my actions.
“Aww! Stop! Let me go!” the woman pleaded. “Arrrrjen!” she yelled for him.
He attempted to separate us, but I had a death grip on the bitch’s hair and the shoulder of her dress, while I dragged her across the room. She was bent at an odd angle, her tight dress hiked up over her ass. She screamed like I was killing her, begging Arjen for help between her yells.
I wasn’t sure if she had lost her shoes or wasn’t wearing any when I’d arrived, but her bare feet smacked against the marble floor as I continued to drag her, putting my back into my actions.
Arjen yelled for me to let her go, but I wasn’t hearing shit he had to say. He apparently thought I was a fucking joke.
“Mecca, please! I’ll get rid of her!”
“How dare you come in here and think you can play house with my husband?” I screamed, knowing she wasn’t in any condition to answer me.
Arjen must not have given much of a damn about the woman because I slung the bitch, landing her on her ass before I dragged her by the hair across the floor. Her feet kicked, and her arms waved about, as she attempted to reach back and unhook the tight grip I had on her hair to set herself free.
“Mecca, let her go! Mecca!” Arjen yelled. He attempted but was unsuccessful at pulling the woman from my grips. She was clamped into the jaws of a pit bull, and I wasn’t letting her go until I was ready.
Talking while dragging the woman had my words choppy and breathy, but I slung them across my shoulder at Arjen, anyway. I paused my movement to glare at him.
“How dare you bring a bitch in this house and think I would be okay with it? Have you lost your fucking mind?”
The woman continued to fight to get away, scratching and clawing. She started to hammer-fist the hell out of my arms in her attempt to break free, but her licks didn’t register.
Arjen threw up his hands and appeared genuinely afraid for the woman. His big eyes and pleading voice had no effect as he glared between her and me. He crept closer, arms reaching, eyes bouncing between us like a cop in the midst of a hostage negotiation.
“Mecca, let her go so we can talk about this.”
“Awww! Arjen help! Let me go!” She continued to scream.
“Shut the fuck up. You need to think twice before you go prancing around with married men. Let this be your lesson,” I schooled her, leaning down to make sure she could hear my words. My harsh breaths blew through the loose strains of her hair as my chest heaved.
I cocked a warning gaze at Arjen before I proceeded to drag her through the doorway and down the short expanse of the hall that led to the top of the stairs. Arjen was right on our trail, tugging at my arms and shoulders, pleading for me to stop, but his words and efforts were useless.
When I got her to the edge of the staircase, I didn’t think twice about my next move. The steps I took should have been wobbly since I was in heels, but they were steady as I proceeded to dragging her ass down the stairs.
Arjen was at my back, I believe attempting to pick me up, but all I could hear was the bitch’s tail bone thumping down every step, the impact jolting me. Arjen’s yelling hardly broke the surface of my rage.
“You’re next motherfucker,” I tossed back at him across my shoulder as he attempted to find a way around us to stop me. The guard stood at the foot of the stairs, undoubtedly shocked, eyes as wide open as his mouth. He was forbidden to touch me if I wasn’t