Hate and rage will boil your blood, quicken your pulse. Wrath has come to give an Israeli woman the revenge se deserves and after…after something else will have to quicken her pulse. Violence and se make the world go round.
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"No, don't answer that. I don't think I really want to-" Gav crossed the distance between them and did what she had wanted to earlier. She grabbed the collar of his stupid tee-shirt and pulled him down so that he was at eye level. Except she did not yell. She kissed him hard on the lips. They were dry and salty from sweat but she did not care. The Israeli girl kissed him until his lips cracked and bled.
Franklin pulled out of her grip with an effort. "What are you doing?"
"Kissing you." Gav answered. Franklin tried to respond but she was done talking. She needed this. Needed to feel something other than the emptiness inside.
One handed, she threw him backward onto the ground and he landed with soft thud. She was on him in a moment. Hands that had shattered bone tore the leather band of his belt and flung it away. They shredded his clothes and found him…unprepared for her.