Hunter
“Hit me again,” I tell the bartender and he fills my glass with the sweet amber liquid of the whiskey. “Just leave the fucking bottle, man,” I instruct the bartender and he pauses. One look at my smoldering eyes and he decides against questioning me.
My eyes are on fire. My soul is on fire. My heart is on fire.
No, I take that back. My heart is fucking dead. The world came and stomped on it. Kicked it in the fucking teeth.
No, I take that back again.
Not the world.
Natalie. And Logan.
My best friend. And the woman I love.
That’s fucking right. I said it. I fucking love her. I know it’s fucking stupid after the way she used me. Betrayed me. For her own fucking ends. Getting the Gazette it’s big fucking story. They both did.
And there will be consequences. For all of us. Sarah’s memory is about to be defiled. I start my training regimen tomorrow.
I start preparing for battle tomorrow. Against Logan.
I down my whiskey and the bartender doesn’t even get a chance to come near me before I reach out and take the bottle and pour another.
One gulp and it’s done. Pour another. Gulp. Another. Another.
The TV and the news has nothing but chatter about the fight even though it’s not for a while. But I don’t care. I don’t care about the purse. I don’t care about the glory.
All I want to do is take Logan and destroy him.
I want to break his face. I want to make sure that he never walks again. I want to break his spine. Ruin his pretty boy smile. Beat him into a pulp so hard that not even all his money will ever do anything to fix him.
I take a final gulp of my drink and wonder if I should call it a night. It's probably for the best. I begin my training tomorrow and I know that I'm going to need to focus. I haven't realized how much anger I'm feeling. Disappointment with Natalie. Spite for Logan. For what they did to me. For what they did to Sarah. For the ruining of our world.
For hate's sake, I take my last drink of whiskey.
"Hey there," a voice calls out and I turn. My eyes are hazy.
Is it Natalie?
My heart skips a beat.
But no, it's not.
It's a girl that a month ago I would have hit on immediately. She's got big tits. Slender body. Not an ounce of fat. An ass that you slap and watch it jiggle. Tight fucking dress. Slut. Ready to take that shit off and get down in a way that you will never forget. And then when the fun is over and you’ve cum all over her slutty little face and she's scooping it up and purring the kind that won't mind when you say you gotta get the fuck outta there and will actually take the cab fare you give because all she wanted was your cock in the first place. The kind of girl that I would bang at least five times a fucking week in the past. The kind of girl that makes my life worthwhile.
Although, now that I look at her I'm thinking what the fuck I ever really saw in this shit.
I don't feel an ounce of attraction for this woman at all.
I don't know why I would ever settle for anyone like her. I don't know how I sold myself so short.
She is absolutely nothing compared to Natalie. Natalie is a goddess compared to her. Fuck, Natalie is a fucking goddess compared to every other fucking girl alive on the planet. Nothing else would have done for me to bring me out of my ways. Nothing else was ever going to make me happy. Nothing else would ever come close.
Because now she's gone.
I don't know what the fuck I am going to do.
All I do know is that my life is over and there is only vengeance.
The phone rings as I get off my bar stool.
I look at it.
It's Natalie.
I could answer.
I could pick up.
Give her a chance to explain what she did. Ask her what she was thinking. Explain how much it hurt me.
But she would just hurt me again.
She would find something else in my life and take it. Give it to Logan. Who would use it to crush me.
Because if you think I fucking hate Logan, you can be fucking sure that he hates me just as much.
There's no denying this shit.
He will destroy me.
And both he and Natalie will use whatever they can to take me out. That's just the way the world works I think. The woman you love ends up being the one who brings you down.
I look at my phone and decide that if I go down this route and pick up the call that means giving up the hate that I hold in my heart.
I'm happy to do that. I want to do that. Nothing would make me happier.
But I don't know if Logan will ever get rid of the hate in his heart.
He will instead look to find ways to destroy me.
And he's going to use every fucking tool he's got.
Including Natalie.
No, the time for idle talk is over.
It's time to prepare myself and my body. To center my mind.
For war.
I hit IGNORE on the phone and put it in my pocket. I walk out of the bar and into the cool New York night.
It's time to fight. And to destroy the enemies that stand in my path.
Because my life is over in every other regard. It's just a matter of how many people I can take with me at this point.