Chapter Thirty-Six

I pick the skinny bitch up off the ground and haul his ass to the bed of Dixie’s truck.

It’s convenient that I parked in the dirt lot just a few yards away from where I knocked him out.

Everyone’s watching the rodeo, but I’ve got to hurry just in case.

I pull the tailgate down and toss him in, then lift and lock it back in place.

Turning the engine over as quietly as possible making sure I leave the fairgrounds undetected.

I’ve ridden through this town enough since I got here, to know there’s an abandoned edge a few miles out, where people toss all the shit they don’t want.

I don’t think it’s technically a landfill, but might as well be.

When I get to where I’m going, I hit the brakes hard and hear his body slam.

I grab the sharpie marker that’s in the cupholder and stuff it into my back pocket as I exit the vehicle because I’ve got plans.

Jogging around to the back, I drop the tailgate and drag him off by the boots, letting him flop in the dirt.

I hope he hit his head hard enough to add an extra hour of sleep.

Call me twisted, but I find a sick and worthy satisfaction in stripping is ass bare.

He’s got zero muscle and, yep—needle dick.

Just like I knew it’d be. He’ll live, but when he comes to—he’ll have nothing.

Not even his boots to walk home in. I want him to feel the shame he put on her all those years ago.

I want him to feel powerless, violated and used.

I grin because, short of chopping his tiny dick off—this will be the next best thing.

Marker in my hand, I roll him over to his belly with my boot. He grunts, but he’s still unconscious.

Down the center of his back I draw an arrow, pointing directly to the crack in his ass.

Then below it I write, like a tramp stamp, the words—Entrance Only.

I’ve found the woman I want to live the rest of my life with, so I can’t do to him what I’ve done to others.

Humiliating him will have to be enough. I leave him face down in the dirt, without a shred of remorse.

Then I laugh out loud as I climb back inside the truck and drive away. He won’t think so, but fuck, I’m funny.

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