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Tyger didn’t say a word. He just turned and walked away.
As he passed Theresa, she gave him a thumbs–up.
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Tyger momentarily froze, surprised. Then, almost awkwardly, he raised his own hand and returned the gesture<b>. </b>
No words exchanged.
There was no need to do so. Between the strong, respect didn’t need to be spoken aloud.
Tyger walked off.
Theresa leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed, watching the giant man disappear into the distance.
Not bad. Not bad at all.
Coming to Haven Camp had been well worth the trip.
Another recruit for her cause.
She turned to leave, only to find a man standing silently behind her.
“Ms. Hall.”
Theresa raised an eyebrow. The man before her looked to be in his early thirties, the easy smile he usually wore reced with a face like thunderclouds.
“Well, hey there, Wolfie,” she said casually. “Something on your mind?”
Wolfe’s scowl deepened into something uglier/His eyes were sharp, venomous, and fixed squarely on her.
“Theresa, I’m warning you–stay out of my business. Don’t think you’re untouchable just because you’ve got Lucas wrapped around your finger. You’re just a woman. Sooner orter, he’ll get tired of you. You should start thinking about your future. More friends, fewer enemies–isn’t that the smarter y?”
Theresa gave a knowing nod, waving him over. “You make a good point. Come here for a sec.”
A flicker of satisfaction passed through Wolfe’s eyes. That had been easier than expected. Maybe she wasn’t <b>as </b>clever <b>as </b>she acted. Just another woman–one who knew how to talk big, sure, but still just a woman.
A woman could never really measure up to a man. Couldn’t make anything happen.
That smug thought had barely taken root before he went flying with a <i>smack</i><i>. </i>
Theresa’s strength had been augmented many times over by the system. That p wasn’t just a p–it was a one–way ticket across thirty feet of gravel and shame.
When Wolfe finally hit the ground, he had just enough time to register the pain before it rained down again.
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Smack! Smack! <i>Smack</i>!
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Blow after blownded with thunderous precision, leaving him a bruised, swelling wreck. Under Theresa’s ferocious strikes, he iled like a wildflower in a storm. Any trace of menace had been pped <b>clean </b>off his <b>face</b>.
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His vision blurred, cars ringing, Wolfe barely managed to open eyes now swollen shut. What he saw froze his blood.
Eyes like a tiger. Wild. Cold. Brutal.
Theresa grabbed him by the cor and smiled sweetly, her voice soft as silk.
“Mr. Ledger,” she cooed. “Let me tell you a little secret.”
She leaned in closer, wiping her hands on his shirt as if he were a filthy rag.
“It’s not that I’m clinging to Lucas,” she whispered. “Lucas is clinging to me. Got it?”
Wolfe, his face a grotesque mask of pain and disbelief, could only gape.
At that moment, three men came running.
“Wolfe! That lunatic Tyger attacked us!”
“Wolfe! You’ve gotta do something about him!”
“Wolfe-”
They stopped short.
Their leader, Wolfe Ledger, was hanging limply in a woman’s grip, his face swollen up like raw meat left out in the sun. The woman’s handprint still glowed red–hot on his cheeks.
They stared.
Had they walked into the wrong scene?
Was this really happening?
Theresa turned her headzily, still holding Wolfe like a sack of garbage. She gave him a friendly pat on the cheek.
“Remember that, okay?”
Wolfe nodded like a jackhammer.
She dropped him without ceremony, turned to the three stunned men, and raised her hand.
<i>Smack</i><i>! </i><i>Smack</i><i>! </i><i>Smack</i><i>! </i>
Each one took a p to the face that lifted them clean off their feet.
Theresa felt a pure<b>, </b>deep satisfaction. Her whole body buzzed with it.
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No wonder Tyger liked this method so much. Nothing beat a good old–fashioned p. So satisfying.
Especially when none of these b*stards were innocent. They were all scum, top to bottom–cach one worse than thest. Monsters. Enemies from her past life. Just because it was another lifetime didn’t mean they were off the hook.
She remembered. And as long as she remembered, she would make them pay. Even a single missed p would be an insult to herself. No mercy.
She headed back upstairs. That night, she slept–more or less. Some people rested peacefully. Others couldn’t sleep at all.
By sunrise, Lucas found Wolfe sitting on the edge of a bench, his head wrapped up tight, face <i>so </i>swollen he barely looked human.
“Mr. Ledger, what the hell happened to you?”
Wolfe nced up at him, then past him–his bloodshot eyes locking briefly with Theresa’s.
“Tripped and fell,” he muttered hoarsely.
“Tripped? And ended up like that?” the ever–blunt Graham blurted. “Mr. Ledger, no offense, but that looks like someone beat the hell out of you.”
Dave chimed in, voice low and serious.
“He got wrecked. Whoever did it didn’t just beat him–they broke him. I’ve seen a lot of fights, but nothing like that. That kind of violence… it didn’t feel human.”