A defeating slap from Melissa was enough to cause a separation between her and Markus.
Markus caressed his right cheek; his jaw tightened. He looked like a wounded lion, and the scar that ran from the corner of his to his nose didn't make things better.
"Well well well, if it isn't the lioness," he spat out blood. Melissa was surprised at the harm her right hand had caused. Well, what did he expect from a lady whose hair he pulled like a leash?
"Markus, must you always learn your lessons the hard way?" She asked, and from the corner of her eyes, she observed his minions, who were now circling her.
Markus, the most feared thug in the entire city of Collin, was the self-acclaimed god of the city. He rained terror and wreaked havoc wherever he went. A man who had been in and out of prison for being a right hand man to so many drug barons and mafia bosses in the country. He was the self-acclaimed demi god who did as he pleased. The law was on his side.
Residents who lived in this part of the city suffered the brunt of his attack more. The poor had the little they had, taken away from them. He rained terror and caused commotion wherever he went. Shop owners shook in fear the moment they caught sight of him in their stores. He made them pay taxes to him every day, and those who failed to do so had their items taken away or their shops burned to the ground.
Reporting to the police was of no use; they were equally afraid of him and those who he worked for, so they never interfered in whatever he did. The reporys that residents came to file against him ended up in the trash alongside the others from the day before.
"For a lady as evil as you are," he crouched low. One of the dogs was at his feet, and he picked up the dog. "I'm shocked to see that you have a caring side," he grabbed the dog by its neck, dangling it in the air.
The color drained from Melissa's face as she watched the dog slowly lose its breath. The poor thing squealed, a way of telling Melissa that if she didn't act fast, he would join his ancestors any moment from now. "Let it go." She reached for the dog. With his left arm, he had her in a chokehold. The dog was dropped on the floor, and it ran away to safety.
He pulled her close, his hot stinky breath all over her face as he spoke. "Did you think I'd let you off easily after the humiliation you cause me?"
This night wasn't their first, second, or third encounter, nor would it be their last encounter.
Hours ago, Markus and his staunch-looking minions had shown up at the café. As usual, they were causing a ruckus. They chased out everyone who was there, not before having them empty their pockets, purses, and bags into a trash bag. Their jewelries were not left out, nor was anything, which he felt was priceless too.
Melissa, who had been busy with orders, came up to see what the noise was all about. It didn't come as a surprise when she saw the source of the commotion. She dropped the tray on the table, then she approached Markus, who was too busy stuffing his mouth with doughnuts he wasn't going to pay for.
Melissa slammed her hand on the table to get their attention. They had chosen the wrong day to come here; she was already having a bad day, and all her aggression was going to be transferred to them.
"I'm pretty sure you saw the sign outside; if you're too dumb to read, I'll tell you what it says; no dogs allowed here," she gritted her teeth in anger, not blinking for a sec as she stared deep into the angry eyes of Markus, who was seething with rage after she called him a dog.
"Who are you calling a dog?" He rose up to his feet.
"You," Melissa replied, not mincing her words. "Markus, you may be feared by everyone, but you do not scare me one bit, so you had better get your ex-convicted, drug dealing, shameless, smelling, and hideous self out of here before I do the unspeakable," she threatened.
Markus chuckled. "Do you know why I like you?" He placed his hand on hers, only to have it slapped off. Melissa reached into her pocket for napkins, and she roughly cleaned her hands like his touch would make her catch a rare disease. "Because of this fierce nature of yours," he slowly walked up to her; she stood not flinching one bit even when he towered her. She looked like a midget compared to him.
"I must say, you're not only beautiful but bold and fierce; a woman like you is whom I desire." The desire to have her in his bed was apparent from his facial expressions. She contorted her face in disgust.
"I'll have you submit to me while I spread these sexy legs of yours; make you beg for it like your life depends on it," his gaze fell on her shirt. Two buttons had come undone, revealing her beautiful bosoms.
"Your boobs are beautiful; the thought of having these soft babies in my hands makes me hor..."
Melissa slapped the remaining words down his throat; he staggered backwards. He licked his bottom lip, blood.
"If you feel the need to jerk off or express your sexual desires to someone, Melissa should be the last person you think off, "she turned, her hair slapping him on the face as she stormed off angrily.
Everyone had mixed feelings about what had just transpired. They were happy that someone had stood up to the biggest bully of the century, but at the same time they feared for what he would do to her.