Page 89 of His Retribution

And slamming my appearance? Ok, I'll give her that. My itty bitty B cups and tiny build are not much compared to her, but at least I'm all fucking natural, something I know Joyce can't even think about claiming with the way her boobs point in different directions at different heights.

And so what if I'm not super curvy or voluptuous like Posey or Allie? My curves are just more subtle and I have a great ass, one I know Havok enjoys because he slid his dick between those cheeks only a few hours ago.

So yeah, I'm not Hollywood pretty, but my man loves how I look and that's all that fucking matters.

I'm bited-sized for his enjoyment and that's a direct fucking quote.

"Excuse me.” I tap her shoulder, take a step back, and repeat my mantra.

I will not commit murder.

I will not commit murder.

Joyce turns slowly, looks me up and down with a disgusted smirk. "Can I help you?"

"As a matter of fact you can.” I give her a sickeningly sweet smile as Havok leans back into the bar with a grin, and smacks Andrej with the back of his hand to get his attention. "I read somewhere that when a rear naked choke hold is applied fully it takes someone about ten seconds to pass out, but if applied for sixty seconds it could be fatal.” I grin and bat my lashes. "I was hoping you'd let me test that theory out. With your permission, of course."

Joyce blinks at me, a little color draining from her face. "And why the hell would I give you permission to choke me out?"

"Well, since my man clearly didn't give you permission to grope him, I thought I'd at least extend the curtesy to you over unwanted physical contact before I did in fact choke you the fuck out for touching what is mine."

I watch her throat bob as she swallows hard. She may not clearly remember our little incident a while ago, but Joyce obviously knows I'm not fucking around.

And she also proves just how stupid she is because the next thing out of her mouth has me seeing red.

"I was just trying to get Vok to see what he's missing.” A little more resolved in her idiocy, she stands taller. "There's just no way someone like you deserves to be with someone like him. I mean, look at you. How much Kleenex do you have to use in order to fill out those training bras of yours? Three, maybe four boxes? Definitely the two ply kind. There's just no way you could keep Vok satisfied the way I can."

I will not commit murder.

"Though, I tend to agree that Havok deserves better.” I smirk as she grins in victory. "I have a feeling your blown out cooch has probably seen so much action that even his enormous cock would be comparable to throwing a hot dog down a hallway. And rest assured,Joyce, I have first hand knowledge about his cock because it's mine, just like the rest of him. So if you'd rather not help me test the theory as to whether or not sixty seconds in a rear naked choke is in fact fatal, I suggest you stay the fuck away from him, as well as the rest of my family. Do you understand or do I need to spell it out for you?"

She blinks at me, then looks around to the rather silent and large audience we've drawn the attention of.

"How dare you talk to me like that,” Joyce hisses. "How dare you threaten me at my place of work in front of my loyal patrons."

I snort and cross my arms against my chest. "Oh honey, the only person these good people are loyal to is Bill and that has nothing to do with the fact that he hired you."

"How dare you!" she shrieks and winds up, her open palm heading toward my face.

But I'm too quick for that.

I grab her wrist lightning fast and maneuver my hand to hit a pressure point that renders her motionless.

"How dareyoufor treating your place of employment as your own personal buffet, for treating Bill's patrons as sides of beef begging to be butchered by your disease-infested snatch. How dareyoufor not having enough self respect to leave engaged and married men alone, for having such a warped sense of reality that you feel the need to go after anyone with a dick and just assume you'll get what you want.” I narrow my eyes, and squeeze the pressure point. "And how fucking dareyoufor degrading other women with your words and actions when you so clearly need the support of strong women like myself and my friends. Now why don't you go work out your daddy issues somewhere else and leave us the hell alone."

I let go of her and take a step back so she can scurry away to her minion, Brie, the fake sobs practically echoing in the otherwise silent bar.

Until Posey and Casey start fucking clapping, and then everyone else joining in moments later.

My shoulders sag as I sigh, tip my head back, and pinch the bridge of my nose. “Fuck," I exhale hard, all the restraint I had to exercise leaving me exhausted.

Then a big arm wraps around my waist and yanks me in between two solid thighs, and slams me against a hard chest that is rumbling with laughter.

"You were magnificent, my love. Brilliant. Bloody fantastic,” Havok growls into my ear. "Now show me your panties."

I giggle as he nuzzles my neck. "I didn't kill her."

"No, you most definitely did not.” He meets my eyes. "And I am proud of you for eviscerating her with words instead of actions, should have a long lasting effect."