I have no intention of abiding, but my phone rings.
Faefucks.
Weaving through the crowd, I find Rap’s office empty. I shut the door and lock it.
“What?” I growl.
Jameson’s voice grates in my ear. “You have the audacity to ask me what I’m doing calling you? Why are you fucking around, Brexley? Kill the old bat, clear the debt.”
“Listen, you want me to do the job, I will do the job. You know why I’m so good at hunting people? Because I have patience. But every time you call, it thins, old man. So stop fucking calling and let me do my job.” I end the call without waiting for a response.
Fuck that old man.
Even though Ihavelost focus, and I sure as hell have been fucking around.
Still, the other sources I’ve been using to shake down where Grandma is has led to absolutely zilch. So if I can’t go to her, I need to make her come to me. Holding Red’s phone in my hand from where I took it off her person just now, I send a message to her Gigi.
Let’s see if the old lady can stay underground now.
We need to finish this once and for all.
Chapter33
Trapped by Trash
RED
The trash bag is only half full, but I needed an excuse to get away. I prop the door to the back alleyway open so it doesn’t lock behind me and toss the bag in the dumpster.
But I’m not ready to go back. I didn’t wear a coat, but I welcome the biting cold air. My blood runs hot with arousal.
No, anger. I’m angry.
The fucking audacity of Brexley. The way he turned so cold on me then heats up to use me in his pissing match with Hunter again. I have to push away the powerful preen I felt at having Brexley practically rubbing me in Hunter’s face. Showcasing me like some precious gem that sparkles under the club lights.
I hate to admit it, but it felt so fucking good. Hunter’s jealousy was undeniable. I chased after him for so long, and to have him see how special I am, satisfied a deep part of me I didn’t know existed. Dark desire shone from Hunter’s eyes, and he seemed angered by it. For once I didn’t try to pull back or shy away. I didn’t make myself less to accommodate him.
Or I did, but Brexley wouldn’t let me. He coaxed my hips and body into swaying, into falling into a rhythm of confidence and sexuality.
Fuck, it was amazing.
As much as teasing Hunter felt amazing, all I wanted was to pull Brexley into the back of the bar and lock him in Rap’s office. I’d sit on the desk and make him kneel before me, lift my skirt and lick me until I came.
He would if I asked.
But this has got to stop. Our toxic cycle of seduction, sex, anger, and cold distance. I’m better than this, and I intend to start acting like it.
The door slams shut behind me, making my bones rattle from the nearby impact.
“Well, hello Red, out here all alone?” A familiar female voice taunts.
My insides freeze as pure fear takes over. I force myself to turn around.
From the shadows of the alley, two pale forms emerge. Hansel and Gretel. Their faces twisted into hateful, evil smiles.
Chapter34
The Torture Twins
