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Ash

“Roger! Come out, come out, wherever you are!” Nova calls out to the man I assume is her boss, smashing things on her way to the kitchen as her bat brushes over every table.

People with shocked looks on their faces try to get out of her way and out of the door, clearing the place in what seems like seconds.

This woman might be crazier than I am. Leave it to me to find someone that matches my psychotic self down to every minor detail.

Including my temper when someone wrongs me.

“What the hell?” A man yells behind the counter, an Italian accent hinted on his voice.

I am guessing that’s Roger. He doesn’t seem happy to see us.

Rude. Who wouldn’t be happy to see us? We are such a delight strolling in here, ready to mess the place up.

“So, I have bone to pick with you.” Pinkie says, closing the space between them.

She puts a hand around his throat, holding him in place.

The man struggles under her hold, trying to talk, but she stuffs his mouth with a donut.

The man seems to be having more trouble breathing than he should.

He attempts to spit out the donut, but Nova puts a hand over his mouth and nose, securing the donut in place while she speaks to him.

“You underpay us,” she pushes him further against the wall.

“Pinkie, maybe you should let him breath.” I try to warn her.

“You grope us when you can without being noticed.” She yells louder as the man struggles.

“And let the customers treat us like sluts just because it helps your business.” She yells in his face while the man struggles more, turning all shades of purple.

“Pinkie?” I interrupt her again, and this time she turns to me with a very angry look.

“What? Don’t you see I am busy?” She yells at me, but I ignore it.

“Nova, I don’t think he is listening anymore.

” I say calmly as I remove her hand from him.

The man falls to the ground without her pressure to hold him up.

I kneel over him, bringing two fingers to the side of his neck.

I wait for any signs of life. And wait some more.

And he is dead. Not that this is any shock; the man was turning blue around the middle of Nova’s speech of injustice in the workplace.

“So, good news, he won’t be mistreating any of his employees anymore.

” I say with an awkward laugh. “Bad news, he is kind of dead.” I add.

She does not look amused. I wonder why my way of delivering the news was so damn creative.

She presses the same spot I did moments before, waiting for any sign of life.

When clearly there is no sign of life, she turns back to me.

“This man was a coward.” I say, looking at him and then back to her.

“It looks more like you killed him on purpose, so maybe we should leave.” She doesn’t react, so I reach for her hand and pull her out of the coffee shop.

I check the corners as we walk toward the door for cameras.

It looks like we are lucky for once tonight, as this shithole has no security.

I drag a very confused Nova all the way to her car, open her door, and force her inside.

She blinks in disbelief, as if she just realizes what happened.

“What about him?” She questions. “They will probably think that he choked on a donut.” I reply with hesitation.

A lot of customers saw us enter the place, but I think with a good lawyer we can get out of this situation.

“But people saw us, and my DNA is surely all over him right now.” The wheels in her beautiful head turn as she is trying to piece together all the ways we can get caught for this.

“He was a jerk who mistreated his employees. We can argue that your DNA was on him because he forced you to be close to him.”

She seems confused, but then it looks like she understands what I am implying.

She nods and starts her car. The engine purrs with that sweet sound I love, breaking the silence.

“So what’s next?” She asks. “Well, we can’t get into more trouble.

So, how about we visit that boyfriend of yours?

” I look at her with a grin, and she snaps out of her delusion, composing herself as she fixes her hair before she replies.

“See you there, lover boy.” She shuts her door, and before I know it, I am watching the car speed away.

I rush to my own car to follow her. I hit the button for the call on my phone as I enter the car, and it connects with the Bluetooth right as I start the engine to follow her.

As I pull out onto the road, adrenaline courses through me.

Masking any fear and doubt in my heart. “You better keep up!” Nova’s voice fills the car from the speaker, and I can’t help but chuckle.

The thought of racing to wherever she's headed fills me with excitement.

I have always been a thrill-seeker, chasing the next adventure, and in her, it seems like I have found my perfect match.

She chases the thrill as much as I do. The engine roars to life as I press the accelerator, eager to match her pace.

Each twist of the road feels like an invitation, a promise of the adrenaline that awaits.

"Where are we headed this time, Pinkie?" I shout back to her through the phone. The city lights blur past as I weave through traffic, my mind racing with thoughts of what awaits us. From what I have seen of her ex-boyfriend, it looks like this stop will be an interesting one. And from what I have seen of her, it looks like anything can happen when she is in charge. I’m not sure whether I’m more curious or cautious, but whatever is the case I am sure she will do something I am not expecting.

I spot her car ahead, swerving slightly as she takes a shortcut through a side street, right on time before I lose her.

I follow closely, my heart pounding with both the thrill of the chase and the worry for her safety.

There is nothing better than the adrenaline a race has to offer.

Even if that race is chasing your girl down the road to punish her cheating ex-boyfriend.

We approach a motel, its neon sign flickering invitingly.

She pulls in, and I park right beside her.

It doesn’t seem like the right place, but I have a feeling she knows what she is doing.

I open my door to get out of the car, only to see her already waiting out of hers, with her arms crossed on her chest and legs crossed as she sits on the hood of her car, with a smirk on her face.

“Nice of you to join me.” She teases. “You had a head start, Pinkie. Don’t let it go over your pretty little head. ” I say as I approach her.

She uncrosses her legs, opening them. I take my place between her thighs and pull her closer as I force her to lean on the hood, claiming her lips with mine.

She moans into my kiss as my hand wanders between her legs.

“I thought we were here for my ex.” She whispers into the kiss, lust hidden in her words.

“Detour” I whisper back with a laugh. My fingers find the button of her shorts and make their way inside it, under the fabric of her panties.

She arches her body more, lifting it slightly from the car.

I press her clit with my fingers, rubbing soft circles on the swollen bud.

“That’s an interesting detour.” She whispers.

The smirk on her face is more than an indication that I have the green light here, but for the sake of the play, I pretend as if her words offended me.

“If you don’t agree with my choice of detour, Pinkie, we can go straight for your boyfriend instead.

” I say and begin to slowly pull my hand away, but she stops me.

She guides it back to the same spot, pressing with her own over the denim fabric of her shorts.

Without breaking eye contact, she lifts her body and slides the pair of shorts down her thighs, her panties along with it.

She messes with the button of my pants while my fingers slide inside her, prepping her body for me.

I can feel evidence of my cum still remaining inside her as I finger-fuck her harder, moans leaving her lips.

She frees my cock from its jail and starts stroking me, matching the rhythm of my fingers as we both tease each other in the empty parking lot.

My eyes drift around, making sure we are still alone as I push forward.

She guides my cock inside her, a moan leaving both our lips in sync.

I pull away, almost getting out of her, only to push back inside her pussy, burying myself balls deep into her.

“That feels so good.” She whimpers as I continue thrusting inside her, each movement more brutal than the next.

I can feel her rushing to her orgasm, her fingers rubbing circles on her clit as I chase mine.

It doesn’t take long for her pussy to start milking my cock as she reaches the peak of her release causing my own in the process.

I empty inside her with a groan, and she pulls me closer her nails digging into the skin of my back.

“Fuck, pinkie. I almost forgot the reason we are here.” I joke as I pull away from her, fixing my clothes while she does the same.

She chuckles and hops off the hood of the car, landing on her heels like it’s the easiest thing.

She throws her hair into a ponytail, concealing the last evidence of our side activities, and starts walking toward the stairs that lead to the rooms of the motel.

“Are you coming?” She yells without turning to look at me.

“Always.” I reply with a smirk following her. I will always follow you, Pinkie.