C2 Married To A Hunter, Falling In Love With A Wolf (Part 2)

Nessa had heard him alright. But she pretended as if she had not hear what he had said.

Boris watched her, knowing that she had heard him and hating her immediately for ignoring him.

“Are you deaf or something?” the softness in his voice was gone now. “I’m talking to you woman!” his voice sounded like a whiplash.

Nessa turned slowly in her seat. Her cold, eyes rove over Boris clothing and dusty black boots and back to his face. Then she smiled. It wasn’t a nice one.

“I don’t know who you are mister, but I believe my business ain’t your business! Mind your business and stay the hell away from mine” her eyes was cold as two pellets of ice.

Anger jumped into Boris eyes.

“Such a spitfire huh? Your mouth sure need some fixing! I’ll be willing to fix it” he was now staring hard at her now. He took off his hat and sat it on the table gently.

Nessa was taken aback. Staring right at her, were two yellow embers of eyes that sent a prickling sensation up her spine despite herself. She could see – clearly now that he wasn’t wearing a hat – that his mouth was curved into a tight snarl and his face, was lean, hard and almost wolfish. Actually........It was hungrily, wolfish.

He stood up from the stool, his eyes peering hard at her and her nostrils caught the smell of a dog with wet fur. There was something feral and dangerous about him. Something animal like. It was strange to think that way of a man and yet she was certain of this.

She dragged her eyes to the other man. If he was aware of what was going on, he did not even show it. He was concentrating hard on the drink before him. She studied the two men closely. Surely! There was something awfully dreadful about this two....... She was certain of it now.

He must have sensed her fear because he was smiling at her sardonically but that smile did not even ease off the menacing expression on his face.

“So you are not such a toughie aren’t ya?” he was obviously enjoying himself. “ Tell you what, why don’t you and me go back out there and talk things over?”

“No!” Nessa said breathlessly. Her voice was low but strong.

“No?” he growled at her and she caught a whiff of that animal scent again. “ What the hell do you mean by that?” his eyes had become two bright sparks of yellow bulbs.

“I’m not going anywhere with you!” She said shakily, hating the sudden fear in her voice. “Leave me alone!”

“And if I don’t?” Boris fired back. “Hey listen, I hate tough girls. Never liked them. You do as I say or I’ll break every damn bone in your body”

“Do like he says,” Kraven who had been quite the whole time said. “Boris has a way of getting things his way especially with women” his voice was low and unfeeling. He took off his hat and looked at her.

Nessa’s dragged her eyes to his face and at once regretted it. In contrast to Boris yellow, amber eyes, Kraven’s eyes was the colour of a scorching sun. He had a narrow, pinched face which looked like a dry skull, thin, small lips, and cold, frightening burning eyes that stares right into her with painful intensity.

Nessa shivered again and quickly looked back at Boris.

“I don’t want no trouble with you guys” she said, her voice scarcely above a whisper. “Please just leave me alone” she was almost pleading now.

Boris sniggered. He was looking at her the way a snake would looked at a trapped weasel.

“You are coming with me honey” He smiled, revealing, strong, dirty, razor edged teeth. “Let’s go way back. You will enjoy it, I promise you” and he gripped her arms and his hands digging into her felt like steel hooks. She whimpered out In pain but he ignore her.

He jerked her off the stool and peered into her face. “You and me are going to have a nice time!” the thick smell of tobacco and tequila fanned across her face.

Irritated and filled with disgust, Nessa tried to throw his hands off her but she found out that she was no match for him. She looked into his eyes. She could see he was dead serious about what he intended to do to her. There was no question about that. Fear like the slow thrust of a knife began to enter her body.

Sam who had been watching the whole thing, bent down, rifled through the countertop shelf and brought out a sawed off shot-gun. He aimed the gun at the head of Boris.

“Let go off her! Or I’ll blow your head clean off” he growled, gripping the gun tightly In his hands, his old leather face, tired but determined.

Boris still holding Nessa, turned his head slowly to look at Sam. Seeing the gun pointed at him, he grinned wickedly.

“What are you doing old timer fooling around with a piece like that?” he jeered, his yellow eyes regarding the gun in Sam’s hands shrewdly. “This is not your show. Quit fooling around with that piece or you are also gonna get it” the threat in his voice was profound.

“Let go off her, mister! Or so help me God, I’ll put these slugs into you!” Sam gritted out. “I’m warning you, mister! Let go off that lad” there was a menacing expression in his eyes now and in that moment, Nessa became aware of two things simultaneously; that Sam had come to her rescue - as she had always believed he would - and how much the old man loved her - that instant her love for him tripled.

“What says you?” Sam yelled, waving the gun at Boris face.

“Don’t!” Kraven said simply.

Sam froze. He swung to Kraven.“What do you say?”

“I said don’t start what you can finish” Kraven said from his seat. “Boris will break you like a goddamned stick!”.

Sam jaw’s dropped. There was rising panic on his face as he held the shot gun. Something about Kraven frightened him. He licked his lips with his tongue hastily.

“And if I refuse to listen to you?” He croaked.

“Then you’ll regret your action!” Kraven said simply. “Boris wants her. When Boris wants something he gets it! Burn that into your skull” he still did not move.......he only sat there, on the stool, his head bent, twiddling the drink in his hand. He did not even looked at Sam all the time he had been talking. His air of aloofness threw a load of scare into Sam.

At that moment, the uncertainty on his face showed greatly and it hurts Nessa’s heart to see the poor, old man this way. God! How could she have gotten Sam into this, she thought, desperately and she bit hard into her bottom lips until she tasted blood.

Suddenly, the bar door jerked opened with a loud kick and a man stepped into the room.

All the men, Sam, Boris and Nessa swung around in terrifying shock to look at the intruder who stood at the entrance. Even Kraven turned around in his seat.

A look of recognition appeared on Nessa’s face when she saw the man.

The man was tall, broad-shouldered and powerfully built. He had thick, blonde, wavy hair, square jaw, chin with a deep cleft in it, and jaded, green eyes. He was wearing black leather jacket, black tight fitting pants and black leather boots. Strapped to it were small blades and knives. Slung across his shoulders was a chromium cross bow, a small axe and a big sword with a sliver hilt. In his thick hands was a stainless big gun. It was gleaming under the light of the over head lamp. Holstered on his hips was two, big gleaming pistols and a thick roll of shiny, wires with jagged, sliver blades. His handsome face was twisted with lines of deep disgust and anger.