Page 5 of Emotional Descent


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Balor.

I was annoyed.

So fucking annoyed.

Not only did I have a payoff in my trunk but I had a woman who I didn’t know in my passenger seat, which meant I was playing taxi. I couldn’t rightfully blame her. She didn’t want me taking her home. That was all my idea and a terrible one now that her aroma of fruit and chocolate had my dick incredibly hard.

Another reason I was annoyed. I had been chasing Jordan for the past two weeks. It shouldn’t have been as complicated to find him but he wasn’t leaving me much to work with. He’d shut down his social media accounts, his bank accounts were empty, and the apartment he kept was desolate. He’d moved out a few days before skipping his hearing.

The guy was surviving on the money he’d stolen from unsuspecting women like the one currently in my passenger seat. Unfortunately he wouldn’t have gotten much from her. He likely assumed because she owned a business that she would be good for a lump sum of cash or maybe a few grand off her credit cards. But from the little research I had done, Keiris was struggling financially. Her business was doing well but she was only in the second year so I would bet she hadn’t completely turned a profit yet.

I was happy as hell when a profile for Jordan had shown up on several dating apps. One of our guys hacked his profile and was able to see what he was doing. When he matched with Keiris, and she agreed to dinner after a few days of bullshit conversations she likely thought were genuine, I was even more excited. Jordan said all the right things but I knew his type which meant I had insight that he was playing her.

She agreed to meeting him for dinner in a public place. Women thought that protected them. In some ways it did, but not always. Men could drug their drinks, drag them out of a place with the assumption that the women were tipsy, then horrible things happened. I had tracked down men who had taken advantage of women that way.

My fingers gripped my steering wheel with the reminder of those cases and I wanted to look at Keiris but controlled the urge. She was physically safe. Jordan didn’t assault or rape women that I knew of. The sex was always consensual according to his victims. I had seen the police reports but he stole from them. Some six figures, others a couple thousand. That was his plan with Keiris which had me happy as fuck I’d found him. She didn’t have the money and the authorities wouldn’t give a shit about making sure she got it back if Jordan had been successful.

But I was still fucking annoyed that she hadn’t seen through his bullshit. When I reached her house, I pulled into the driveway that faced a basic ranch home, small but nice. I turned to her and she faced me, glaring through her annoyance.

“Thank you.”

“You’re welcome.”

“You’re not going to come back, are you?”

I smirked, allowing my eyes to move over her body. Keiris was thick and I appreciated her curves. I would love toappreciatethem with my hands amongst other things. “Not unless you invite me.”

She tensed and her glare thinned a little more. “I won’t.”

“Then I won’t come back.”

“Good.”

I chuckled as she reached for the door and just before she got out, I grabbed her arm again. She glared at my hand like it was diseased then lifted her eyes to me. So I released a sigh, hating that I’d stopped her but unable to hold my tongue.

“Don’t date men online. They rarely ever want anything serious. Mostly just sex and money. Some want worse things that I won’t detail but I’m sure you can think of what I’m referring to without me having to say.”

She rolled her shoulders back and nodded. “First and last.”

“Good, but if you change your mind, don’t meet them in public places thinking that’s safe. It’s not.”

She stared at me for a moment and lifted a brow. “You sound like you’re speaking from experience.”

“I am but not my own. You’re not safe meeting strangers in public. A guy can drug you, pretend you’re drunk, and no one would think twice about him dragging you out of a bar or restaurant.”

“Right because that is far less invasive than being dragged out of a restaurant by a guy holding a gun.”

I smirked. “People are self absorbed. Most don’t give a shit about what’s going on around them.”

“Thanks for the advice. Have a nice life.”

“You’re welcome, Keiris. Make better choices.”

She groaned, slipped out of my car, and slammed the door. I watched her until she was inside the house then left. I had money to collect and the payoff was in my trunk.

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“What happened to his face?” my brother Tynan asked after he helped me pull Jordan from the trunk.

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