Wrong Person – Part 8
Chad circled Mark like a vulture checking out its soon-to-be carrion dinner. For the first time in a long time, Mark felt small. Weak. And maybe even scared.
“Are you sure it’s him?” Chad asked Kara without taking his eyes off Mark.
Kara nodded furiously. “Oh yes. He was following me. He was totally going to kill me.”
The words rushed from her, and she felt breathless. She was so worried about Chad finding her prisoner, but he was just as into the idea of punishing the creep as she was. It made Chad hotter. Finally, someone thought as she did. Someone who believed in justice and karma. A man who had the same fierce beliefs. She would marry him right now if he asked.
Chad pushed his hand toward Mark’s mouth and removed the wad of tissues.
“I know you won’t scream,” Chad said with a laugh. “You are in no position to play that hand.”
Mark swallowed a few times to get the saliva back into his mouth after being sucked dry by tissues. When he felt like he could talk, he looked into the other man’s eyes. Talking to the lunatic girl was useless. He’d have to appeal to him, man to man.
“My name is Mark,” he began. “I don’t know what she’s told you, but obviously, I’m the prisoner here. She’s crazy, man.”
Kara stalked toward him and screeched, “Crazy?!”
Chad held up his hands to calm her. He smiled and winked at her, saying without words that he was handling it. Kara nodded and calmed her breathing. Her Prince Charming.
“So here’s the deal,” Chad explained, returning his attention to Mark. “You’re in my territory. I don’t like people hunting in my territory. And maybe on another day, I’d have let you go with a warning to take your business elsewhere, but today is not that day.”
Mark squinted. “What do you mean, your territory?”
Chad grinned and Mark felt uneasy.
“I hunt my prey here. Not you.”
Kara’s stomach dropped.
“Prey?” she asked quietly.
Chad turned to her and nodded. “Oh yeah. These trails are perfect for doing the things normal society doesn’t understand.”
Lowering himself to Mark, he added, “Right, my man?”
Mark nodded, but the confusion was apparent on his face.
Chad continued, “You see, Mark and I, we are a particular type of man, with a particular type of habit. And we’re just different. People don’t understand us.”
Kara yelled, “Murdering people and dumping their bodies isn’t a habit that people don’t understand, you creeps!”
Chad turned to her and narrowed his eyes. “Were you going to kill him? How are you different?”
Annoyed at the comparison, Kara stalked closer to him and said through gritted teeth, “I’m doling out justice. He gets what he deserves.”
Chad smiled, and for a minute, Kara was absorbed in how attractive he was.
“What about me?” He purred. “You were ready to date me a few minutes ago. Do I deserve justice?”
“Did you murder people?”
“All the time,” Chad answered. “I’m just better at hiding the bodies than this chump.”
Kara knew what she had to do. Drawing on all of her strength and years of martial arts training, she deftly lowered her body and swung her right leg around, catching Chad and knocking him off balance. As her former new boyfriend toppled to the ground, she dashed to Mark. With a blade she kept in her pocket, she quickly slashed his bindings.
“You two can kill each other,” she screamed as she ran toward the trail and away. Chad was about to lunge for her when Mark launched himself and tackled him.
“She’s not worth it,” Mark cried as he began to pummel Chad. “But my territory is.”
Kara was almost to her car. Luckily her keys never left her jeans’ pocket. She’d have to go back for her bag. Should she call the police?
No. They’ll kill each other, and nature will handle the rest.
Kara swore off men for a while.