Page 21 of Tame Me

“Hey girl! You still at that kinky psych ward?”

“Uh. Yeah. Look. Remember Dr. Reid Holmes?”

“Oh, do I? He was totally into you,” she giggles.

“Right, so… he is… I found out that he had a girlfriend… Like a piece of shit, waste of space,” I say.

“Girl… Are we going hunting?” she asks seriously. “What’s her name?”

“Missy Ramos,” I say. “She was apparently living in his house from what I gathered while they thought I was asleep.”

“Where are you?”

“I kinda snuck out,” I say, and she laughs. “Don’t you dare judge me! She raped him, Nina. Like, she abused him. For a while.”

“What are you gonna do to her?” Nina asks.

“I’m going to fucking kill her for hurting him,” I say bluntly.

“She is staying in a little motel on Almond Street,” Nina says.

“How did you do that so fast?” I ask, but she just giggles. “Thank you. Wanna come watch?”

“I would, but I am elbow-deep in body parts,” she says casually. “Wear gloves, but take them with you. Keep your hair up. If it gets bloody, get naked first, and then put your clothes back on to leave.”

“Okay, weirdo,” I laugh. “Thank you, Nina.”

“You’re welcome. If shit goes south, pin it on me. I’ll just go back to the psych ward,” she laughs.

I know where this shitty motel is, so I just shut my phone off. As I am driving, I start to get nervous. If they wake and I’m gone, I’m fucked. I won’t let that bitch get away with hurting him, though. No one got revenge for me, so I will give Reid the revenge I wish I had.

When I get close to the motel, I don’t pull into the lot. I park a block down and get my hoodie from the trunk. It’s a simple black pullover hoodie with no writing or logos, so I tie my hair up and put the hood over my head. Weirdly enough, I also have gloves, so I shove those into my pocket. I leave my phone off and in the car before I put my head down and walk toward the motel. Something tells me I will be able to find her easily. It’s not like this place is going to be sold out.

I peek into the windows of the three lone cars in the lot. Two are definitely not it, but the last one has sex toys in the back seat. It is parked in front of the last room and the furthest from everyone.

I go to the door and knock. I won’t threaten her because I am a woman. What is the likelihood that I am here to kill her? Statistically, she has a higher chance of being killed by Reid, honestly.

“Can I help you?” a blonde asks when she opens the door.

“I’m sorry. I hate to ask, but can I pee? I was on a date, and he brought me here after dinner. Can you fucking believe that?” I scoff. “Anyway, I have like a five-mile walk to my place, and I have to piss. Figured I’d try my luck instead of squatting in the woods so I don’t get raped by some homeless man.”

“Yeah, girl. Come on in,” she says. The look on her face says she's annoyed, but she still opens the door and lets me walk into her room. I hurry to the bathroom and shut the door. I make sure to use my sleeve so I am not touching anything. Right away, I pull on my gloves and start looking around to see if there is anything I can use to beat her with. Maybe I can tie a cord around her throat. No, because she could scratch me and get DNA that way. I see the shower curtain rod, and I can imagine how far away I could stand and still hit her. Once she is down, I can either continue to use that, or find another item nearby.

I quietly pull the curtain down and test how I will hold it, getting comfortable with it. When I am confident, I slowly open the door and find her facing away from the bathroom door. “You better not have taken a shit in there,” she says flatly.

Instead of answering, I swing the rod down on the top of her head. There is a sickening crack as it makes contact with her skull, and she hits the fucking ground.

“Well, then,” I say. She’s breathing, so I find a scarf in her duffel bag to tie her arms behind her back. I manage to get her onto the bed before staring at her for a moment. I could just kill her now, but I want her to know why she’s dying. I start searching through her belongings until I find her phone.

Right away, I am seething. Texts back and forth with some unknown number discussing a life insurance policy on Reid. “She was going to kill him,” I mutter to myself. The policy was for half a million. They were planning for him to die soon, but never said how. Repeatedly saying, “It needs to look like an accident or something.”

This fucking bitch…

I hear a noise, so I glance up to look at Missy, but she is still out cold. “Fuck,” I whisper to myself before slowly turning around.

“I never pegged you as the jealous type, Ayla,” Thane says simply.

“Thane, I…”