“Such a macho man,” she taunts, blowing a cloud of smoke in my face.
I don’t bother waving it away.
“I’m disappointed,” she says after a while, with an appraising look. “What was the point of coming here if you weren’t going to beat me up a little. You want to.” She leans closer, a smirk curving her thin lips. “I can see it in your eyes. What do you really want to do? Hit me? Throw me around. Be arealman.”
“You’re disgusting.”
“Maybe. But you still want to make me bleed.” Another deep suck on that filter, gray eyes squinting in the curling smoke. “The boy might have been scared and shaking like a puppy, but he still got hard.”
What thefuckdid she say?
Before I can lose my shit, Harrison grabs me and forces me back a step. “Okay, that’s enough.”
I point a finger at her as I’m led away. “You messed with the wrong person.”
“I’m shaking in my boots, pretty boy.”
I jerk free of Harrison’s grip on me. “Fucking bitch!”
“Just walk,” he grits out, gripping me firmly by the back of my neck. “Stick to the plan.”
When we return to the car, Ryan exits the porn he was watching on his phone, and the theatrical moans cut off abruptly. I slide into the passenger seat and slap the car keys into Harrison’s waiting palm. Thanks to the cunt back there, I’m too fucking angry to drive.
“Did it get done?”
Ryan chuckles. “Of course. It’s child’s play to pick a shitty lock like that, but I didn’t need to because the crazy loon left her door unlocked.”
The engine rumbles to life as Jane emerges from the corner. Twisting my body in the seat, I smirk at Ryan. “Report it.”
The beauty of parole and probation is that they come with very strict conditions. One thing we discovered is that Jane is not allowed to own weapons. So, what did we do? We made her a proud owner of one.
“Where did you stash it?” I ask Ryan as he puts the phone to his ear.
“Beneath the couch cushion.”
Sniggering, I face forward again, manspreading on the passenger seat. Harrison chuckles under his breath while Ryan places the call.
“You’re an evil genius, Zach,” he tells me when Ryan hangs up.
“Let’s just hope it’s enough for them to send her arse back to jail.”
It sucks that there’s a small possibility they might show leniency if it’s the first time she causes trouble. I want her to rot in jail where she belongs.
“Oh, they will,” Ryan pipes up.
Frowning, I turn in my seat. “What do you mean?”
“Well…” Ryan looks like the cat who caught the canary. “Ms. Reeve left her laptop out on the coffee table, and it just so happens that she doesn’t have a PIN code.”
“Are you kidding?” My face splits into a smile.
“What did you do?” Harrison asks, glancing at him in the rearview.
“I sent a few select text messages to Arkin.”
My eyes pop wide. “You did what?”
“Have you watched the Halloween movies? That franchise taught me not to take risks. The bitch isn’t dead until you chop off her head. With that analogy in mind, planting a weapon in her home is like skewering her chest with a machete like they did inFriday the 13th.
