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I didn’t expect to be chased off at gunpoint.
I lean my head in my hands and sigh. I just want to fucking see her again. Can’t she be a tiny bit reasonable?
My chest tightens in agony as I think of our few moments together. I’ve dreamt of her warm, soft body under mine more times than I can think of. I’ve woken at night, my cock hard, desperate to hold her again, the instinct to just hop in the car and drive to her almost irresistible.
I wanted to be smart about it, save her from Salvatore’s clutches, and see where it got me. Fucking nowhere.
It’s two in the afternoon. She should be done at the center around five. She never stays late anymore, and never locks the place up, so I can’t catch her alone. I perk up as a maybe mad idea forms. I can simply go inside. She’s not bringing her gun there. And if she’s crazy enough to do that, she must have it locked up, anything else is unthinkable. What can she do? Call the cops on me? That wouldn’t get her anywhere.
My restless energy gets the better of me and I start walking along the trail. The plane tickets are lost, of course. I’ll have to convince her to just come with me and we’ll hide away somewhere until I have made new arrangements.
The center looks abandoned.I don’t see Kerry’s Vespa outside. She should be here. I frown as I push open the door and enter. It’s silent and appears worryingly empty.
Suddenly I bump right into a young woman who comes darting around the corner. I’ve never seen her before. She almost falls on her butt and I have to grab her arm to steady her.
“Sorry, I—”
“I thought I heard the door. Who are you? No one’s here.”
Her chest heaves as she glances around us. I realize I stand way too close and probably intimidate her like hell, so I take a step back.
“It’s okay, I’m just looking for Kerry Jackson.”
“Oh.” She takes me in and a blush spreads on her cheeks. “She doesn’t work here anymore,” she stutters and swallows loudly, pushing her fingers through her short dark hair.
I take yet another step back. Something in me plummets to my feet. “What do you mean?”
“She- she doesn’t work here anymore.”
I dash forward and grab her arm before I can think. The girl yelps and I force myself to let go. “Since fucking when?”
Her eyes widen as she staggers backward. “I think you should go.”
“Since when?”
She jerks as I roar at her, then whimpers and backs up, colliding with the wall.
I hold out my hands. “I’m not gonna fucking hurt you.” I force my voice softer. “When did she quit?”
“We got the call this morning,” she whispers, her lower lip trembling. “Kerry quit and on top of that, Chloe had to take a few days off, so they called me in.”
Her eyes plead with me not to be bad, not to be what she fears I am, not to be dangerous. Sheisright, even though she doesn’t fully comprehend it. Something dark grows in me, a ragged ball of pain. I’m fucking furious, and a furious Christian Russo is bad news. I have no reason to take it out on this girl, though.
“Did she say anything else?” I grit out.
She swallows and shakes her head. “Nothing that I know of.”
“Okay, fine.” I spin on my heels and stalk out of the building, cursing Kerry to Hell. Why thefuckdoes she have to make things so complicated? It’s as if she doesn’twantto live.
I drive directly to her house and go knocking, wary of her neighbor. This time I have my gun. If he shows his face, he’s history.
No one. Her Vespa stands meticulously locked up on the tiny front yard. I ring the bell. Try the door. Nothing. Taking a few steps back, I scan the windows. Everything looks abandoned. My chest tightens with a premonition, but I chase it off. She’s probably just out, groceries, or visiting someone. I’ll come back later tonight.
When I pull up on my driveway, Eric sits on the stairs of my porch, leaning his elbows on his knees, looking beyond bored.
I regard him warily as I step out and walk up to him.
“What’s up?”
