Taming wild horses

"Didn't I tell you? She is a hot-tempered beauty just like a stallion," said Kirk as he crossed his arms on his chest with a smug smile like he had already won.

A curly-haired man smiled lewdly while rubbing his fingertips together before saying, "It's not a problem for me. I tame wild breeds and I will especially enjoy taming this one."

Quinn snorted coldly as she took a step back. She seemed undisturbed on the outside but internally her mind was turning. She wasn't omnipotent but she could definitely put some of them in the hospital.

All she had to do was make one or two of them bleed and that would take care of the rest. Recalling the blade in her back pocket she pushed her hair back and played on their masculine pride.

"So you need six men to handle one girl. Oh, my apologies, it's five men and one boy," she said staring at the curly haired man who enthusiastically declared his profession as a wild horse trainer.

Kirk instantly frowned when he saw his friends laugh finding some truth in her words. He hadn't told them the details of how he got beat up when he asked them to come along. He just told them he needed to rough up an irritating woman.

This meant they would inevitably underestimate Quinn. Recalling the beating he got yesterday his chest tightened as he swallowed down his grievances. "Stop talking nonsense. Today I am going to make sure I rearrange your face," he said as he walked closer with a bat in his hand.

The curly haired man stretched out his hand blocking Kirk before saying, "Who did you call a boy? Were you talking about me?"

Quinn smiled cynically as she said, "Who else apart from you?"

The man raked his fingers through his hair while laughing evilly along with the group. He took a step forward while saying, "Would you like me to take off my pants so I can show you that I am a real man?"

Quinn's lips twitched in disgust but she wanted to still lure the weak link out of the pack thus she said, "Sure but you would have to buy me a drink after to wash my eyes. Oh and don't buy it using your mother's credit card."

The curly haired man, "…."

"You really have an unfiltered mouth. Don't worry I will fix that," he replied his stance quite intimidating like a raging bull about to confront a matador. Unfortunately, the bull had no idea that this was all a trap set up to slaughter him.

Quinn's rosy lips quirked slightly with a hint of mockery as she took half a step back. "Really now? Then show me what you got," she said and the other men couldn't help but heckle their faces amused all except Kirk.

His face looked very ugly at this moment. Firstly, it was because Quinn never treated him like that. This dangerous yet flirtatious behavior was foreign to him.

When he went to the gym there was always this cold oppressive aura around her whenever she laid eyes on him. At least if she was going to fight him maybe flirting first would make him feel like the beating was worth it.

It was like drinking alcohol and getting a hangover without being wasted. Where was the fun in that? But soon he dispelled his thoughts because that right there was a very dangerous woman whether she flirts with you first or not.

His friend had unfortunately stepped right into her trap and in two moves his arm was twisted behind his back and there was a cold blade right at his neck like she was going to slit his throat in the next second.

"I had a shitty day and I am really not in the mood to mess around. Now, you have two options. It's either you walk away and we will forget this ever happened or two… I kill your friend right here," she said tightening her grip on his wrist and making him yelp like a goat that was about to die.

"She is bluffing. Let's all go at her at once," said one of them and the others moved forward echoing in agreement.

"Uh uh uh… don't move," she said pressing the blade on him even harder.

"Damn it Shane… don't move!" yelled the curly haired man with panic in his eyes.

"Ask him if I will do it or not," she said while staring at Kirk her eyes as deadly as that of a viper about to strike.

"Ple-please, let me go please," he said but all his pleas fell on deaf ears. That's because Quinn saw three armored black SUVs pulling up like the swat team responding to a hostage situation.

Quinn didn't need anyone to tell her who it was because she already knew. When you owe the grim reaper a debt you will naturally sense their presence.

She loosened her grip and ran without thinking which she regretted later. At that moment she couldn't think straight thus she reacted on natural instinct.

"She was just putting up a fuss now she is running," said one of them clearly not sensing the danger in this situation.

Curly hair bend down while touching his neck and said, "Get her for me. I am going to teach her a lesson," in a tremulous voice.

Before he could even relax his hair was grasped from behind and pulled hard causing him to lean back with a grimace. "Who did you say you want to get?" was the deep voice echoing in his ear sending tremors all over his body.

His body was suddenly pulled back and his eyes spun before he hit the concrete ground so hard that he saw black spots. One by one the men with Kirk were beaten in broad daylight leaving them with bruises in various places.

Leif fixed his sleeve as he walked over the man grimacing on the ground. He didn't need to try and catch up with Quinn because someone would do it for him.

Quinn didn't go far when two men dragged her back. It was then she realised she had made a very bad decision thus she didn't struggle.

When she met his sharp gaze she suddenly had the urge to run again. Who could blame her when his entire being was surrounded by a stifling pressure like she had murdered someone close to him?