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Christian stalked his way back to the house, and he couldn't help the grin that was still plastered to his face.
He'd had an unbelievably amazing time at the club... He and that Torrie chick had indeed made a connection, one that was mostly physical. He found himself go somewhat hard again as he recalled it. Pinning her up against that wall... she had bent over very slightly, just enough as her hands had gripped the wall... Not removing a shred of his garments but freeing himself thorugh his zipper... She had worn no panties underneath her skimpy, flimsy little pink skirt, and he'd easily and very effortlessly impaled her from behind.
The short-haired blond man willed those thoughts from his memory for the time being. It was not the time for him to focus on that. Though maybe he would be doing that again with his own wife soon enough.
Christian crouched in his hiding place behind some bushes as he kept his gaze on the front door. He knew she would emerge. And, moments later, like clockwork, she did.
His eyes were sharp as he kept his gaze on her. He noticed that she looked wary, judging by the expression on her face and the way she glanced all around. Well, screw that... He was going to approach her whether she liked it or not.
Stealthily, Christian moved out from his hiding place and kept to the shadows as he followed his wife.
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Dawn Marie couldn't shake the creepy feeling that had suddenly hit her. She was very perceptive to things and could swear that she was being followed.
Then again, it didn't take a rocket scientist to guess it would happen, or who her tracker was.
The brunette took a deep breath, exhaling slowly as she tried her best to play it cool. She reached into the right pocket of her long rain jacket and fingered it, the gun Edge had given her for protection.
She coudln't hear any footfalls behind her. That also had everything to do with the fact that she was walking on a grassy ground, though. Should she chance looking over her shoulder, just for a second? She didn't know if she should, as that would give him some small warning should he catch up to and grab her.
Sorrow gripped her at those thoughts. In spite of everything that happened and everything he'd done, Christian was still her husband... And she still loved him.
Dawn kept walking, her fingertips lightly tracing the steel in her pocket. It was actually alarming to her that she was walking around with the thing, but she knew it was for her best interests. After he'd gone so far as to stab his own step-brother, the truth was, she wasn't sure what else Christian might be capable of doing.
She was getting nearer to The Stop. It wouldn't be long now before she reached it. The odd feeling crept up on her more intensely, and she gave in, finally taking a glance over her shoulder.
She realized that was a mistake... Christian had finally caught up to her, and when she turned, she was actually met directly with his fist - right in her face! Shocked by the blow, she could barely let out a scream as she fell to the ground.
"You bitch!" the blond man yelled. He kicked out at her with one foot, causing her to groan and wince, doubling over in her fallen position. She'd fallen on her right hip and felt the gun press painfully against her.
"Jay, no!" she pleaded, feeling weak and hurt. She raised her hands to shield her face, realizing with alarm that she was bleeding... Her nose.
"'No?!' What do you mean, 'no?!'" he shouted, bending over more to her level. He pulled her up by her hair, and, looking perhaps more furious than she'd ever seen him, punched her again - this time in the jaw.
Dawn Marie staggered back, and she suddenly realized she'd lost the gun. It had somehow fallen out of her pocket. Dear God, if she get it, she was in trouble.
Christian gave his wife a colossal shove, sending her sprawling backward, where she came to land on her back on the grass. However, she'd also landed on the gun, which caused her to cry out as more pain permeated her already battered body. Instinctively, she rolled over, off of the weapon... And that was when Christian's eyes spotted it. He filled with even more rage as he bent down to pick it up.
Dawn Marie's eyes widened in terror as she looked up at him.
"You were actually going to shoot me?" he asked, his blue eyes glittering with fury. "I can't believe you, Dawnie." Instead of brandishing the weapon at her, he pocketed it, but then gave her another good kick in the ribs.
The brunette cried out again, her eyes squeezing shut with the pain. She felt the hotness of tears on her cheeks as she doubled over again. A moment later, when she opened them again, she was relieved to realize that her husband was gone. At the same time, this was bad - he was still out there.
Somehow, Dawn Marie managed to get back to her feet. Pain seared through her body at the motions, but she forced
herself to walk the remainder of the short distance to The Stop. Once there, she would call the police.