Page 17 of Dark Heart

Perhaps, they’re pimping the women. I tuck my phone into my jacket and strut across.

People come and go, the main doors flipping open constantly.

As I draw closer, a voice booms in the air.

“Oh.... Look who’s here,” the man drawls before smacking his lips.

Catcalls trail me as I near the sidewalk.

“Senna, baby. What happened to you, darling? Found yourself a good cock? Haven’t seen you in ages, baby.”

I shoot the man a glare.

Can he talk any louder?

He keeps yapping, his voice annoying like a fucking megaphone. Half of the people on the sidewalk turn their heads and take me in.

Fucking jerk.

The hookers take notice too. I cut my eyes at the idiot, his face familiar somewhat, yet hardly someone I remember talking to.

Without glancing at him, I lift my middle finger and head to the door. Out of the corner of my eye, I catch movement.

The thug is hardly the quitter.

Swaying his hips, he makes a beeline for me, grinning. The men behind him are no better, whistling and howling. More males attach to the group.

Great.

“No cock? Oh... I see... Senna likes pussy,” he shouts for the whole street to hear.

I spend a few seconds studying him before swinging my eyes to the other people and skimming their faces.

Not far from them, a man who doesn’t seem to be part of their group sits on the concrete curb.

He doesn’t look at me.

A cigarette tucked between his fingers, he scans the road, the cars pulling in and the people walking out.

As long as I stare at him, he doesn’t spare a glance in my direction or the man who keeps badgering me.

Just as I step onto the sidewalk, the idiot running his mouth strides toward me and blocks my way. He halts in front of me, his hands planted on his hips.

I raise my eyes.

“Get out of my way,” I bark, my short fuse coming in handy.

Laughter rocks his chest.

“Oh, someone’s pissed.”

He turns to his friends.

“It may be that someone hasn’t gotten dick in a long… long time,” he says, throwing a suggestive glance at his buddies while wiggling his eyebrows.

Laughter fills the air.

A stare burns a hole into my face, making me flick my gaze to the side. The man sitting on the sidewalk shifts his eyes away from me, focusing back on the road.