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“I’m Bella, I was in the apartment a few weeks ago when you came with your suitcase, remember?”
I do remember. Of course I do. What the heck is she doing here and what happened to her face?
“I remember.”
“Well, one sister to another, Aiden Carmichael is not a good man.”
I jerk back and stare at her face. She pulls her hood off and as she steps into the semi-lit area outside the building, I see her face is beaten really badly.
She’s not suggesting Aiden did this, is she?
My mind wanders back to him talking about having Seth beaten up in a dark alley. Did he do this to a woman, too?
“You’re not telling me Aiden had someone do this to you?”
She gets a creepy smile on her face. “What’s your gut telling you?”
“That’s how you make sure people don’t fuck with you, baby.”
No.
“How do we know Aiden did that to you?” Ally asks. “Because I don’t think…”
The girl reaches into her pocket and pulls out a cell phone and holds it up high.
Aiden’s voice comes out of her phone. It’s an audio recording.
“I want you to look into Carly Adler, man. She just started work at my office. My father planted her in my apartment in the spare room for what feels like no good reason, so my gut is tellin’ me there’s a reason. I want to know everything.”
“Tell me the basics.
That’s another voice.
“Cute as fuck. Lookin’ forward to bangin’ her. She worked for Chancellor & Associates in Buffalo, New York and my father recruited her after we acquired it.”
“Don’t know how you can bang chicks you have no idea if they’re evil or not, man. This might be why you have to pay me so much money. Nevermind, actually. Keep on bangin’ away…”
“It doesn’t matter if she’s evil. I ain’t looking for a relationship. If I catch a whiff of a ripe peach like that, better believe I’ll take a bite.”
“She gaggin’ for it?”
“Pretending she isn’t. Maybe because it’d blow her cover, or could be she’s playing a long game. Either way, guaranteed, I will bag her before the month is out. No, a week, two weeks max. Watch me. You want to wager?”
“Naw man, I’ve seen you in action. I don’t like to lose money.”
She tucks the phone back into her pocket. “Your best bet is to cut your losses. He’s trouble. As you can tell…” she gestures to her own face, lifts her hood back up over her head, and then she walks away slowly, her hand over her side like her ribs hurt.
I’m standing there, shocked. I’m feeling like I want to throw up.
“C’mon,” Ally says softly, leading me inside.
Getting upstairs is a blur.
“Do not jump to conclusions. Things are not always what they seem.” Ally is talking to me, but my head is running through information.
“I’m going to bed.”
“Talk to me,” she orders.
