Chapter 10
K eeping my gun trained on him, my eyes move to the top of the stairs as my darling Kata comes into view at the edge of the landing.
Her face is full of fury, but when her eyes land on me, she stops short and I see a hint of confusion cross her beautiful features.
In her right hand, she has a fist full of another girl’s hair, who is bent over at the waist, pulling her along beside her.
“The fuck? How the fuck did you get here?” she asks me as she starts pulling the girl down the stairs slowly. The woman she has a tight hold on is stumbling along trying to keep up, still struggling to pull out of Kata’s hold, but my little savage darling isn’t having any of that.
“Drove here, of course.”
She rolls her eyes and shakes her head at my reply but continues taking each step slow and steady, like she has all the time in the world. Not like she doesn’t have this woman’s boyfriend or husband knocked out in the basement, and could come to at any time now.
Glancing at the woman Kata has at her mercy, it appears she’s already duct-taped her mouth shut, along with her hands behind her back. The tape is wrapped all the way around her head, making sure that it doesn’t just come off.
The woman is sobbing, and one of her arms seems to be in cast, which is making her appear lopsided and causing her to be off kilter a bit.
The closer she gets to me and the bottom of the steps, I see her eyes shoot to where my arm is extended and notice my gun trained on her little friend. And immediately the confusion and intrigue I just saw in her face is gone and the rage is back.
Yes, baby! Give me that fire. I want to see exactly what you are capable of!
“Why do you have a gun pointed at Jackson?” she asks, just as she stops. She’s two steps from the bottom floor landing, which is where I’m standing. Her glare is on me, but now, even with our height difference, we are eye to eye.
The woman she still has a hold of continues whining and crying behind the tape. The way she’s looking up at me, it appears she’s trying to appeal to my good nature, which I have none of. I think she’s trying to beg me to help her.
She’s barking up the wrong tree here.
If my darling beauty wants you dead…you’re going to die.
I will make sure of it.
“Shut the fuck up,” Kata growls out, shaking the girl by her hair, making her scream from behind the tape again.
Kata doesn’t break our eye contact, and I feel the electricity of this connection all over my entire body, down to my nonexistent soul.
I’m literally vibrating from it. I know for sure now, it was the right call coming after her.
My entire body is screaming…Mine…Mine…ALL FUCKING MINE!
“I need to talk to you,” is all I say through gritted teeth, stepping away from the stairs, moving closer to…Jackson, was it, so that she can step down fully off the stairs. Jackson takes a small step back.
“We can talk when you stop pointing your fucking gun at my friend.”
“I can’t do that just yet, sweetness. Let’s go down to the basement and finish what you started…
” her eyes jump from mine to Jackson’s, and he does the same.
“…then I will decide what to do with my gun.” Her jade green eyes are so fucking mesmerizing, and I hate when they are no longer on me.
As her eyes finally come back to mine, she speaks again.
“Fine,” she says, storming past me. She bumps her shoulder into me, jostling me on her way by, making me chuckle.
The woman she has in her iron grip stumbles along beside her, tears and snot falling down her face like rain.
As she walks by Jackson, she motions with her head, and he follows along, as do I with my gun still pointed at the back of Jackson’s head now.
I’m sure my darling little beauty is a threat all on her own, but right now, the only threat that could stop me from talking to her is Jackson. Hence, the reason my gun is still on him. Because any attempt to keep me from her…will get him a bullet in his skull.
“What the fuck, Kata?” Jackson whispers into her ear, side eyeing me as they walk to the door leading to the basement.
“I don’t know. We’ll figure it out. Let’s just finish this,” she replies, trying to sound calm, but I can see she’s anything but. Turning the corner and stomping down the steps, we all move into the cold, damp basement.
The light is swinging slightly, but I’m sure Jackson turned it on when Kata left him down here by himself with the other guy. Once I hit the cement floor, I see the man still lying unconscious, but now his hands and feet are tied with some kind of electrical cord.
Kata swings her arm, tossing the woman on top of the guy, making the bitch grunt and scream from behind the duct tape. The sudden movement has the guy starting to wake up as well. Kata tosses a roll of duct tape that I’m just now seeing in her other hand at Jackson, who catches it flawlessly.
My eyes narrow at how coordinated they are. They must have known one another for a while now. And instantly, I’m jealous of what they have together. Regardless of whether it’s romantic or not, I want that with her. I need to know more about her.
My darling beauty turns on me as Jackson steps further away, casually leaning his back against the wall next to the stairs.
I keep my weapon trained on him. As Kata approaches me in all her five foot something savagery, I see the boy toy cross his arms over his chest lifting one foot to rest the sole of his sneaker on the wall while he smirks at me.
He’s the epitome of relaxed now, which just pisses me off.
My focus is immediately on my gorgeous girl now, who stalks over to me. Her jade green eyes flame with the fire I need to know so badly. Stopping right in front of me, she crosses her arms over her chest and cocks her hip out as she looks up at me with a face of intense indignation.
“Who the fuck are you and what are you doing here?”
“Look…I will explain everything as soon as we’re out of here. Okay?” I say, trying to get whatever she has planned for these two over and done with.
“Not fucking okay!” She raises her voice, then jams her pointer finger into my chest. “I can’t concentrate when you are pointing that thing at my friend.”
“How about this, beautiful. I will put my weapon away if you agree to sit down and talk to me when we’re done. And he,” I emphasize the word, tilting my head toward Jackson, “doesn’t do anything stupid.”
“Depends on what you classify as stupid,” he mutters, laughing.
Kata looks over her shoulder at him with a smirk on her face, shaking her head at his antics. “Not helping, Jackson,” she scolds him. He lifts his hands in surrender, but never loses his relaxed position and his smirk never falls.
When she looks back up at me, she drops her arms to her sides and looks a bit more relaxed. “Are you here to take us back?” she asks. “Because that is not fucking happening.”
I’m sure the confusion on my face is evident.
My brow is furrowed, as my gun slowly drops to my side.
She keeps her eyes trained on me, as does Jackson, waiting for my reply.
The tension radiates off both of them in waves.
Even if he is trying to appear nonchalant, I can see he’s worried about my answer.
“Take you back where?” I ask, honestly confused, tilting my head.
Time seems to drag on as she watches me. Probably searching for a lie, which she won’t find. Her beautiful, bright green eyes bounce between mine, then she takes a small step back with a short affirmative nod.
“I will finish what I started with these two, then we can deal with whatever it is you’re here for.”
“Well, I actually came here for you, but I will explain later.”
“For me?” she questions, looking even more confused now. I see Jackson’s eyes move between her and me as well.
I nod at her, my face still blank of any emotion, as I slide my Sig into the back of my jeans once again. “That’s right, beautiful.”
“Yeah? We’ll see about that,” she says as she steps around me. We all turn our focus of attention on the two tied up on the floor, but Jackson stays leaning against the wall, letting her run the show.
That tells me everything I need to know about their dynamic, and that whatever is going on here, this is all about my darling beauty.
She walks up in front of the two on the floor, but I stay close behind her in case she needs me to step in for any reason. I doubt she will; however, I will enjoy the front row seat to whatever it is she has planned.
The woman is cowering, crumpled on the floor, while the guy lifts his eyes to look at Kata now. One eye is almost swollen shut, with blood running down the side of his face onto his shirt. The weariness and fear are hilariously evident.
“Care to explain this, Ethan?” She directs her animosity toward him. As much as I fucking love her fire, I’m just glad that fury is not directed at me right now.
“K-Kata…It…It’s not what it looks like,” he stutters, taking risky glances at the woman next to him, who is still sobbing uncontrollably. Seriously? He’s going to go with that?
“Really? It looks like you’re still fucking Vicky here,” she grits out, leaning down grabbing the woman by her hair again, making her scream beneath the tape. “You told me she was a mistake and you wanted to be with me.”
My eyes narrow and immediately lock on this Ethan guy.
No matter how this plays out or what my darling beauty plans on doing with this guy, he definitely dies tonight.
So my girl was once involved with this piece of shit, and he betrayed her with the woman she has tied up.
I can tell from the jealousy and anger lacing her voice that she still has a thing for him.
And that just doesn’t work for me.
She’s mine!
And I will make sure everyone knows it. Even if I have to fuck her right in front of all of them. Plus anyone who has dared to lay a finger on my darling beauty, will die a gruesome death while she watches.
Nothing and no one will come between us.
Kata tosses the woman to the side once again, this time away from this Ethan guy, separating them.
She turns, walking over to the wall, grabbing the bat Ethan left earlier.
She lifts it, laying it casually over her shoulder as she steps back in front of the two on the floor.
My darling beauty has a wickedly devilish smile gracing her beautiful face.
“Did you know…death can be considered a true work of art. And yours is going to be my fucking masterpiece,” she says, pointing the bat at the woman.