Risky Boots Novels & Stories

despite the sarcasm in my mind. I stood up and went to the cabinet for my shoes and pulled a pair of brown combat boots which I feel comfortable wearing whenever I go out and walk around, it just feels “oh so ready” when it is what I am using. I mean, I can walk properly and comfortably with it, I can run with it anytime if I need to, and I can fight with it as well, it is the most securing and fitting foot wear I could have to be able to fight properly, it would not fly away like sandals, heels, or even a running shoes. The combat boots runs up above my ankle almost reaching the lower part of my calf, with the tight strings, it is an assurance that it would not be taken off from my feet.

I look up at the back door with wide eyes, shocked to see Kent standing there, leaning against the frame with his arms crossed. “Put those on,” he says. “We have somewhere to be.” Frowning, I lift the box into my lap and open the top, gasping a little as I see a pair of the most gorgeous boots. They’re tall, nearly knee-high, and made of supple black leather with a delicate little buckle around the ankle. “Where are we going?” I ask, my face lighting up. Honestly, I don’t care – out of the house it sounds like, so I’m thrilled either way.

A bold masculine choice for a sexy masculine captor. Who knows how many of his female targets he had captured this way. I was one of a thousand, perhaps. I tucked the oversized shirt into the denim jean, making more adjustments with the heavy brown belt to fit my small frame. His boots were inches longer than my small feet could fit into them. Nonetheless, I dipped my feet into them, smiling at the comfort I derived from the warmth that greeted my toes. I tapped my toes against the inside of the boots playfully, sizing myself up in them.

But Russell stopped him. "No, don't. The snakes in this particular area are very dangerous. Those boots you people are wearing are not the ideal way to walk in this area. I suggest you remove those boots first" Russell advised. While Liam was removing his boots, the old doctor leaned down and picked some more anti-clot leaves. "Here, hold these leaves for me" he handed over a handful of the leaves to Liam before he plucked some more. Liam examined the tiny jelly-looking leaves carefully.

Her answer didn’t matter because whether she liked it or not, I was not going to lead her fucking boyfriend straight to us by taking the car up to the cabin. It was a huge forest by the time anyone found the car, the comms in the cabin would have alerted me not forgetting the booby traps that included landmines and fucking spikes. “Not in these shoes I can’t”, she pointed the obvious and I unbuckled my seatbelt reaching for the boots in the back seat. ‘Wear those”, I ordered and although defiantly, she listened by taking off her sneakers one by one and placing them on the center console before she put on the boots.

He’s going to strike. Run, run, run, run, run! I whirl on my heel, trip, and pitch forward, my kneecaps grinding as they hit the ground. Behind me, I hear a splash. I scrabble back to my feet and bolt for the woods, arms pumping, my skirt trapping my legs, hampering my stride. I hike it above my knees. Damn these boots. I curl my toes to keep from slip-sliding inside them. What was I thinking to wear these boots, this skirt?

We are both breathing heavy. Then he tears them completely and pulls them down and off me. I step out of them still wearing my black, low-heeled boots that I bought in Vegas. They have small diamante studs on the heel. My favorite. “Fuck me, you look sexy with your jeans in tatters at your ankles and your boots on.” He wastes no time as he drops to his knees and parts my legs slightly. His knuckles graze my buttercup, lace panties. His nose goes to my core.

The night no one must ever talk about. My stomach twisted. I walked toward the boots slowly, as if they could jump at me. I crouched, my fingers trembling as I reached for them. They were still dirty. Still stained. Still holding the truth. If the inspection team saw this… I shook my head hard. No. They wouldn’t. I wouldn’t let them. I grabbed the boots and tossed them on the floor in front of the fireplace. I poured an entire jar of oil on them, covering the leather until it glistened. Then I lit a match. My hand shook so much I nearly dropped it.

With how I was acting before and after I went inside the boutique, and with the way Raine and I were dressed, wearing black and brown leather jackets, black sunglasses, and caps, anyone would definitely be suspicious of us. "Let's get out of here; with the way the salespeople and cashier were staring at us, it looks like just one wrong move from us and they'll be calling the cops," Raine murmured to me as she pulled me out of the boutique. I stopped complaining and let Raine lead me to the third floor of the mall, where the food park is located.