The parking lot of the gym shimmered in the sunlight of midday and the asphalt was heating up, but it did not help warm the cold creeping in the spine of Gezza.
His greasy hair stuck to his forehead, his hoodie ragged and sweaty, the scratches of Mia still stinging his back, and his ribs throbbing.
Riley walked next to him, her muscled body straight and dog tags clattering over her tank top.
The passion he had filled her with in the locker room traced her closer, her hand touching his arm, her body and her strength his weapon, resentful, his own.
His Playbook had vibrated in his back pack. Gezza shivered and the pleasure of Rileys submission with the fear of having his balls gripped tightening his cock.
They arrived at Mia's Black coupe he borrowed, whose smooth hood was shining like a treasure of her money.
His sneakers crunched the gravel Gezza as he scanned the lot with a heavy heart. Then he spotted them--Mike and his crew, three giant figures coming out of the alley by the dive ba on the other side of the street.
Mike was first in the line his eyes blazed with anger. His friends--tattooed, leather-jacketed, one of them holding a baseball bat--walked like wolves, with heavy, slow footsteps.
Gezza's bruises throbbed
Low charisma of the Playbook covered his wobbling voice as Gezza mumbled, Riley. "Stay close?" The illusion made him look like a god due to her shining eyes, and the lust made her a slave to his whim.
"Sure" Riley replied, her face tightening its jaw, the muscles underneath her tank top. "Always", she added her voice sounded of desire and loyalty.
Mike halted a few feet back, fists tight and the veins just under his huge neck.
"You dirty bastard, you slimy fuck", he said, his voice uncheckeded with hate. "You feel you can rape my girl and get away with it? I would crack all the bones in your body."
His men scowled, the bat man tapping the gun with his palm, the noise loud and threatening.
The heart of Gezza thumped, Rape? What the hell his he saying.
But the heat of the Playbook shot through, and its voice said Crush him.
He strained a braggant smile, which concealed his feeble legs.
Playbook-infused swagger, Gezza added, mocking, "Elena wanted me, Mike. Guess she had tired of your miserable ass."
His words were like knifes, sharp and deep.
Mike jaw tightened, he houted and ran to him, swinging his fist as he rushed towards the face of Gezza.
Gezza flinched and his ribs cried out, but Riley was a flash. Her arm with its muscles grabbed Mike by the wrist and turned him with a popping noise.
He had grunted, staggered, he was no competition to her trained skill. She pushed him, and he crashed against the gravel, the dust of the lot flying up all around him.
Riley, her voice a command growl, her purple eyes flashing with the spell of the Playbook, gave the command: Stay down. Riley stepped aside, her actions so smooth, the bat man sprang and swung but crashed wildly out of her reach.
She got the bat off, banging her fist in his jaw, and he was lying there in a heap. The third man stood still, and ran away, his feet clattering him along.
Gezza gave a laugh sharp and cruel, and there was something cocky high about it. This was it--the compensation of all the high school insults, all the fist blows that Mike had made, all the insults of being called Greasy Gezza.
He moved into closer range and hovered over Mike as she knelt on his chest and her dog tags shone in the sun. Gezza sneered at the sight of you, he has greasy hair that falls down his face, the Playbook glowing in his pack.
"Big bad Mike, eating dirt. Elena was not the only one, jerk. I'll take everything you love."
His veins tingling with the power of the Playbook, he spat on the ground and his ego was flying.
The expression on the face of Mike was distorted by indignation and pain, and the fires of anger were in his eyes, but he could do nothing in the presence of Riley.
"No.. woulded fuck with you... If not for your stupid book", Mike spat, his voice, it's hoarse, and every word cuts through Gezza. He knows?
The cold of the void felt like a stroke of the hammer - its blackness massed behind Mike, runes flashing in air, and calling the name of Gezza in a thousand guttural hisses. He is feeble, He is weak, The voice of the Playbook said. Break him. His cocky grin failed him as Gezza hands shook.
Then how had Mike heard about the Playbook? The question chewed him, yet the heat of the book pushed him on clogging his terror.
Mike jaw jerked "so she is right--you bastard! He lunged his fist at Gezza
Her power and speed stopped his fist and she lifted Mike and crashed him against the alley wall. "Do not attack him again", she said, keeping it low, and her eyes flashing with lust at the thought of Gezza, as she looked at him, in the hope of his approval.
The Playbook was sending its power to Gezza through his chest, making him feel his own success, but the price went higher with every victory.
"Enough", Gezza said, and his voice was hard, and the charisma of the Playbook concealed his discomposure. "Let's go, Riley." She freed Mike who fell on the ground, breathing heavily, his crew disseminated or moaning.
Her hand touched that of Gezza, her touch possessive, her lips tickling his ear, Riley.
"Anything for you", she said and it jangled him, the infusion of lust turning her risky, savored.
They scrambled into mia coupe and the cocky grin of Gezza came back as his revenge upon owning Mike was a burn in his veins.
He had managed to steal Elena and turn her on Mike using the illusion of the Playbook, he had proclaimed Riley as his muscle, and the bully had tormented him his whole life.
But there followed the words of Mike nothing without that book--a splinter in his mind. The cold of the vacancy remained, and its runes were churning in the rearview mirror, the voice of the Playbook low a growl: More. The price grows.
The stomach of Gezza sank, the sweat in his eyes making him feel as though he is in hell.