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As she leans in and tries to bite my hand my suspicions are confirmed.
Curling my fingers around the discovery I yank my hand free, holding the wire in my hand as the small recording vice pops out of her bra, catching on her top button. I yank harder, the buttons popping as everything comes free.
She sits there with her mouth open, her shirt unbuttoned to her belly button as I stare at the cheap, hastily thrown together recording device that looks like it might have been cutting edge if it was bought from Radio Shack…two decades ago.
I drop it to the ground, crushing it underneath my boot. My hands fall to my sides, my fists forming knuckles.
“Well, well, well. Looks like a fucking rat found its way inside my warehouse. And you know what I do with rats?”
“No,” she pleads, standing so fast she trips over the chair, falling backward onto her ass as she scrambles toward the door on her forearms, her hands scooting along the floor as she keeps her feet ready to kick at me.
“What the fuck were you thinking?”
“I wasn’t I’m sorry it won’t ever happen again I promise I’m just leaving if you can just open the door and let me out you’ll never see or hear from me again so help me God all you have to do is—”
“Silence!” I bellow, stopping the longest run-on sentence in the history of anyone whose life I’m seconds away from taking.
The only thing worse than a snitch is a child molester, and I have a professional and moral duty to kill both.
Closing the distance between us she kicks out at me and I easily grab her calf and drag her back to me.
My gut told me this job was off from the start. Usually this kind of careless reply to an ad I very infrequently use, paying in cash at a deposit point, never showing my face, results in some soccer mom with a big bank account wanting to off her cheating spouse. When I tracked down this girl’s IP address, showed up where she lived, and waited for her to come out, I knew she was some rich college kid, which was the first warming. She either has stones or stupidity to contact me.
I was curious, and I admired the fact that she might be braver than most of the men I know. That and I couldn’t resist seeing who this strange requester was, although I had no interest in interacting with some college kid.
Until I saw her.
Then everything changed.
But she flipped it around again by doing something so damn foolish it makes me wonder how she even got admitted to a college in the first place. She wants to be involved in a felony and purposely creates evidence that can be used to put her away for a long time. With that tight, little untouched body and those innocent, piercing eyes. Is she fucking crazy?
“Cops will be here any second,” she screams and all I can do is smirk at her lie.
“This place is a giant Faraday cage. No telecommunications signals get in or out. Nobody knows you’re here. Nobody but the two of us. You and me, little girl.”
I’ve never raised a hand to a woman, never hurt one. But she tried to do something so wrong she has to be taught a lesson and dealt with properly. She has to pay the price for her transgressions.
With one hand gripping her as she tries to free her leg, my other hand scrapes across my beard as I exhale hard.
My default setting is anger, but with her, it’s multiplied and coming from different angles.
I’m clearly pissed about her thinking she was going to record me. But I’m also upset because this girl has a real problem, one she doesn’t deserve. But what really infuriates me is there’s something inside her that’s telling me to go easy on her, that she’s a dumb kid and she doesn’t deserve this.
But she’s clearly not dumb, she’s smart…and not just because she goes to some fancy college or because of the way she carries herself. It’s an alertness in her eyes, the energy for life she has, and also how willing she was to search out a very alternative solution for her problem.
Me.
She should be able to go to college and focus on her studies, not worry about some dipshit boy who’s threatening her. I don’t tolerate any male giving any woman any kind of grief. Women are special, and this one in front of me, this Sapphire, is a cut above all the others I’ve ever seen. But I don’t want to admit it to myself, especially because I know what needs to be done. There can be only one solution, considering I can’t, and won’t, hurt her in a meaningful way.
Even though the pain she’s caused in my groin is absolutely unforgivable.
Scooping her off the ground I tuck her into my hip. She tries to punch me, but she can’t get anything behind the hands she throws at me, the angle too strange and my grip on her too strong, not that I’m worried about a woman hurting me.
Taking my time I carry her to the corner of my warehouse where plastic lays on the floor for a reason. It gets bloody here, often. It’s how I pay for this place, how I support myself. I’m damn good at it too. The best, as witnessed by my repeat clients.
But when you solve a client’s problems once or twice you often never hear from them again. Their life is in balance and they want to distance themselves from the atrocities they reached out to me to commit. I understand. I don’t need friends, just jobs, which have been slow lately which is why I ran that damn classified ad in the first place.
Sapphire has wasted my time and I won’t tolerate that. It’s time to show her just how much this upsets me. Time to make it crystal clear that she made a poor decision.
