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“No, I’m not done yet. I want to hit the target, Sebastian. I thought you said we have all the time in the world,” she said with a frown.

“Yeah, man, give her some space. The lady is doing her best. I mean, isn’t she something? I’ve never seen such long legs before. They’ll help her get a better grip on the ground while aiming,” he said, eyeing her tits and not her legs. Not to mention that he was speaking nonsense.

My blood pressure rose to my fucking brain and I took a sharp inhale. This was it. I could let a few compliments slide but this piece of shit had crossed a line.

“Shut the fuck up, you sleazy fuck, and take your eyes off my wife or you will be screaming like a banshee once I rip your eyeballs out of your sockets and then make you eat them,” I said through gritted teeth.

“Sebastian!” Marinka gasped, lowering her gun and staring at me like I’d lost my ever-loving mind.

“All right, calm down, buddy. I’m just admiring this beautiful woman and saying you’re very lucky to have her. She’s a keeper and I bet she a firecracker when you … you know…” He winked at me, as though we were best buddies sharing a raunchy secret.

The color red clouded my vision then. Grabbing the rifle out of Marinka’s hands, I aimed it with an expert eye and started shooting every damn stuffed animal he had in there.

Every. Single. One. I mowed it all down. The purple dinosaur lost a tiny arm, the bear got hit point-blank in the eye, the frog caught it right in the mouth, the hippo on its massive forehead. By the time I was done, it was absolute carnage in fuzzy-toy-land.

The guy kept belting out—non-PG—curses a million miles a minute and then some more because when I was out of bullets, I jumped behind the stall, picked another rifle, and continued to shoot. Good, it was loaded, as well as easily accessible. I had to talk to him about proper safety procedures in a family environment, dammit.

I continued my rampage. There went the annoying-ass mouse, then the pirate with a head shaped like a UFO, and the witchy green-eyed black cat. Fur was flying everywhere, parts of shelves were reduced to sawdust. Fuzzy animal casualties littered the place while Marinka shouted obscenities at me and a little crowd gathered around.

They might arrest me, make me pay for this shithole, but I didn’t give a fuck.

The giant Kermit didn’t have a chance against my marksmanship, and the cheery Great Dane was done with his days of sleuthing. The duck gave its last quack, and that ice princess character Lilly loved so much was promptly sent back to the North Pole or wherever the fuck she was from.Sorry, buttercup, but a man’s gotta do what a man’s gotta do.

At last, I was finished. I carefully placed the rifle down and stepped back to survey the mess. The place looked like a tornado had hit it. A piece of furry fuzz fell on my shirt, and I flicked it off me.

The sleazy guy had his hand over his ears and looked like he’d shat himself. A good crowd surrounded us now, so I quickly put the gun away. All the mascots were ruined—at least forty of them, big and small.

I glanced around to see where Marinka was and finally noticed her sitting on the ground, her head in her hands, sobbing. Blood rushed through my head as the mad energy began to slowly ebb. That fucker had made me lose control. I didn’t even know what got into me. I walked up to him.

“That woman you were trying to sweet-talk is my fucking wife and you’re lucky I didn’t burn this place to the ground, because this is exactly what I did to the last fucker who tried to touch what was mine,” I snarled, speaking in a hushed tone so no one could hear me. “Now you go on and get the fuck out of my face.”

“Sebastian I would like to go now,” Marinka said curtly. She was standing up now and to say she wasn’t pleased would be an understatement.

I wondered why security hadn’t shown up yet, but I wouldn’t push my luck. Grabbing a few hundred dollars bills from my wallet, I threw them to the fucker. “Get you some new shit, will you? Remember what I said, if you ever cross my path again.”

He didn’t even dare to look at me, nor did he glance at Marinka. Hard lesson learned.

I walked to a sour-faced Marinka. I got where she was coming from, but she needed to understand that I was never going to stand still while some fucker insulted her. Grabbing her hand, I raced out of there, trying not to think too much about the stupidity that had just occurred.

Marinka didn’t say a word to me as we retrieved a sleeping Lilly from her grandparents, said our goodbyes, and headed to the car. As I made a mental note never to trust Lilly with Marta again, no matter what Marinka said, I finally noticed some security personnel running toward the site of the incident. I was glad to make it out to the parking lot, and inside my vehicle.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?” she asked when we were settled in there.

Lilly didn’t even budge when I hooked her up to the car seat. She was out like a light.

I started the engine.

“Don’t ask silly questions. That guy wanted what’s mine and he disrespected you,” I insisted. “He’s lucky to be alive.”

“So you would have killed him because he was looking at me and complementing me?” she asked, her eyes wide. “You’re batshit crazy.”

“He disrespected you. Well, I didn’t let him finish what he intended to say because I lost control at that point. He was a total sleaze and itching to touch you,” I snapped. I let some time pass before saying, “We have the appointment with Dr. Stephens now. Do you still want to see him?”

She laughed as though I’d said something funny. Someone had needed to teach that old dirty motherfucker a lesson and I was glad I got to be that person. Now he would think twice about disrespecting any woman.

“No, I don’t want to see Stephens. I’ve changed my mind. Just reschedule and take me home,” she said.

I kept my hands on the wheel, sneaking glances at her and wondering what the fuck was wrong with her.

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