Page 29 of Burn For Me

“What’s your name,” she asked, the silence obviously too much for her.

“DW.” I slipped the new tire into place.

“Oh, like Dwayne Johnson, that’s cool.”

Although I’d never met Dwayne Johnson, I was pretty sure he wouldn’t be a fan of my extracurricular activities. He seemed to be more of a people lover, whereas I was only fond of them when they were cooking over an open flame. The thought made me smirk as I tightened the last bolt and lowered the car off the jack.

“That took you long enough,” the bitch girl snarked at me. She stood arms crossed over her fancy top, with a little purse under her armpit.

I rounded the back of the car and looked down at her. “You really should be nicer to people.”

“Oh really, and why’s that?”

“Because you never know who you’re going to piss off.”

Bringing the jack up, I caught the bitch in the side of the face. The force of the blow not only knocked her ass out, but she delightfully landed face first in her trunk. She didn’t even groan as she lay sprawled with her ass and legs hanging out of the trunk like she was inviting me to fuck her. I wouldn’t, though, because rape wasn’t my thing. I had standards.

Grabbing the glowing phone from her hand, I flipped her legs into the small space and slammed the door shut. After tossing the cell onto the passenger side seat, I quickly snatched my bike. It took some maneuvering, but I was able to get it in the back seat. Jumping behind the wheel, I searched the steering column for a place to put the key.

“How the fuck do you start this thing?” There was a glowing start button and my eyebrow raised as I stared at it. “Really?”

Reaching forward, I pushed the button, and a message flashed across the display to push the break. Doing as the car instructed, I then pressed the start button. Shock of all shocks, the thing started.

“What the fuck happened to keys?” I instantly hated the fancy car and everything it and its owner represented.

Pulling away from the edge of the gravelly shoulder, I flew along the stretch of open road—this car had a lot more get up and go than Dora’s old car. I knew exactly where to take the bitch in the back. Twenty minutes later, I pulled onto the dead-end road that looked the same as it had when I was a kid.

At least some things hadn’t changed.

The bottom of the car scraped loudly as it bounced along on the tough terrain. Pulling over, I grabbed the phone and read the slew of messages that had come in now that there was service.

Girl, where are you?

Did you get lost?

What the fuck? Did you stand me up?

This party is lit! Hurry up!

I rolled my eyes and made sure that she hadn’t sent anything about me or taken any photos before wiping the phone clean and tossing it on the seat. Getting out of the car, I wanted to string her up, but I didn’t have the supplies.

On the other hand, I did have the supplies to light the car on fire and that was just as much fun.

Smirking, I opened the trunk and pulled out the limp girl, who was still very passed out, put her in the driver’s side of the car, and closed the door. I looked through the throngs of bags in the trunk and picked a top that would work perfectly, and proceeded to open the gas tank flap and frowned.

“What the fuck?” I growled out as I stared at the strange safety design. “I really hate this new fucking world, but you fuckers can’t stop me.”

Pulling the pocketknife from my jeans, I got down and found the gas tank and stabbed a healthy-sized hole in the fucker. Immediately gasoline began to pour out on the ground, and I pulled myself out of the way before any got on me.

Laying the shirt under the spray, I used my new lighter to light it on fire like my own little makeshift wick. Yanking my bike out of the back, I hopped on and only made it a couple hundred meters away when the car exploded behind me.

I paused and turned to stare at the tall inferno.

The flames were beautiful as they cast long shadows on the tall surrounding trees. The warmth of the flames bathed me as thoroughly as the light did, and I sucked it up. The experience recharged me and made my cock instantly hard. Like a wine connoisseur, I closed my eyes and sniffed. There was burning metal, rubber, leather, and just a hint of human flesh. Grabbing the front of my jeans, I gave my aching cock a squeeze and moaned.

A little shudder of sadness went through me as the flames transformed into Adalyn’s face, and a whisper of her voice floated on the gentle breeze.

Avenge me.