Chapter 5
five
Phoebe
We're sitting in the back of an Uber on the way to Kevin's bar in town, all dolled up. We've been going there at least once a week, and the food is to die for, especially their quarter-pounder beef burger with fries.
I'm sitting in the middle, between Abby and Oliver, and as Abby stated, she's wearing her skimpy black dress and red high heels, her hair is down, curled around her face with little makeup, while I’m wearing my purple lacy dress that shows the tattoo on my collarbone nicely. The tattoo of little black sparrows flying to freedom runs diagonally over my shoulder. It's sentimental for me and has absolutely nothing to do with Alex's nickname for me; Little Bird. If I say it repeatedly, I might even believe it.
I've got my black heels and elbow-length, fingerless gloves to hide the hideous scar on my arm. I stitched it up myself with the animal suturing, self-learn kit I had in my bag—not my greatest idea, but my yia-yia taught me to use whatever I had in hand when I need to. I have a little makeup on, and my bangs, which I had cut two months ago, along with the pink dye highlights, curl around my face, leaving the rest of my hair cascading down my back.
Oliver is gently drawing little circles on the inside of my thigh, and I try not to sigh aloud. There is no tingly feeling whatsoever. Fuck.
Abby nudges me and gives me a sympathetic smile, and I smile back.
We arrive at the bar fifteen minutes later, and climb out and head inside. Abby goes ahead of me while Ollie places his arm around my waist. I look up at him and smile while he winks and guides me through the door toward the bar.
Abby sighs next to me. "Look at how hot he is." She looks at me and asks, "Do you think there's such a thing as arm porn?" I giggle while Ollie shakes his head at us just as James comes over. "’Sup man, ladies, what can I get you?" Ollie orders for us while Abby literally drools all over the bar top, and my shoulders shake with silent laughter.
"Two cosmopolitans and a bud." James nods, his eyes lingering on Abby, and I smirk.
Once we have our drinks, Abby drags us to the little dance floor they have installed as “Die for You” by the Weeknd plays. Oliver grabs my hip and grinds against my ass. I can feel his erection, and yet, nothing; my lady bits don't even fucking flutter. I groan in frustration, and he grinds harder, misinterpreting my noise. Abby sees how uncomfortable I look and grabs my hand, pulling me to her as “Flowers” by Miley Cyrus plays. Oliver states he's going to get us more drinks, refusing to dance to this one, making us chuckle and nod. We sing and dance to about two songs when I look around for Oliver and notice he hasn't returned with our drinks, so I grab Abby's hand and drag her toward the bar.
"What's up?" She asks as I look around the bar, not seeing him anywhere. Ginny is currently serving people, so James must be on break. I frown at Abby. "Ollie was supposed to bring us drinks two songs ago, and I'm parched. Where is he?" She furrows her brows and looks around, too, then starts to drag me toward the bathrooms. "Let's check down here; maybe he's gone to the bathroom." I nod, and we head down to the right of the bar.
As we get to the men’s bathroom at the end of the hall, we hear a grunting noise around the corner where the fire exit is. We look at each other and smirk, then tiptoe to have a look, giggling quietly.
As we turn the corner, we stop dead in our tracks, completely shocked and, honestly, a little sick. The bastard kissed me with that mouth only an hour ago.
Oliver is currently on his knees with James's cock in his mouth, deep-throating him while moaning, and his finger is deep in James's ass. What the fuck!
I look at Abby, and she looks back at me. She sighs, disappointed in this outcome, then crosses her arms over her chest and leans against the wall to enjoy the show.
I shake my head and turn to watch, too; another one bites the dust.
Men are fucking pigs, so maybe I should try women instead. I take out my phone and record them, knowing insurance is always good. Abby smirks at me, and I just shrug.
"Fuck, that's it, Ol. Suck my big meaty cock." James groans, and I bite my lip to stop laughing out loud while Abby puts her fist in her mouth, biting it. "Fuck, I need you in me, baby." James quickly removes his dick from Oliver’s mouth, then turns around, sticking his ass out and shaking it, while my whole body shakes with silent laughter. I struggle to keep my phone still.
Oliver grabs a hold of Jame’s hips and shoves his tongue deep into his ass, shooting bile into my throat. That tongue was in my mouth an hour ago.
Fuck, I feel sick.
Abby grabs my arm and squeezes it, knowing where my mind is drifting. I've basically tongued James's ass. The thought sticks in my head, and I gag, making Abby snort. Oliver, who is completely unaware that we're here and that I'm about to vomit, gets up and bends over James, sticking his tongue out, licking around James's earlobe while he undoes his jeans, shucking them down a little, and taking his cock out.
Huh.
It's a lot smaller than I thought it was. I tilt my head to the side as Abby's body starts to shake with silent laughter, also noticing how small he is. I mean, would that even reach my hymen?
Oliver places his cock at James's asshole and rubs it over, bringing me out of my head as James states, "Fuck baby, don't tease me; shove it in. I want to feel you so badly." And he does what he's asked, thrusting his cock, hard, into James's ass, making him groan loudly. Oliver reaches around and grabs James's dick and starts jacking him off hard and fast, his hips thrusting faster in James's ass at the same time, and within four minutes and thirty-eight seconds—yes, I timed it—they both come. After James's cum spills in his hand, Oliver lifts it and runs his tongue through the cum, and this time I really do swallow my own vomit. He grabs James's dick again and slowly strokes it while I stop the recording and put my phone away, knowing I've got enough.
Oliver murmurs, "Fuck baby, I missed you in my ass; a week is too long to go without you." James sighs as he leans back against Oliver, who gently kisses his neck, and I lift a brow. Now, why has he been with me if he feels this way?
I'm about to open my mouth and ask because I would never stand between love, whether it's with the same sex or not, but he shocks the shit out of me.
"Not long to go, babe; tonight's the night I'll finally fuck her, then she should trust me to give me the details of where her grandmother's money is. Then, we can leave together."
James nods, tilting his head upward to find Oliver's mouth, and they start to make out. Oliver thrusts slowly, probably trying to get himself hard again. His hand is playing with James's cock, and they’re both moaning.
I look at Abby, and her face is red with anger as well. This is why she's one of the only ones in this world I trust now; she has my back just like I have hers.
Heaving a dramatic sigh, I step forward. "Well, so much for losing my virginity tonight." I state just low enough that the two thieving lovebirds don't hear.
Abby responds, "And there goes my good dicking." We look at each other and laugh, causing both men's heads to shoot our way, gasping at the sight of us.
Oliver quickly pulls out of James, and they both pull their jeans up. "Phoebe, baby, it's not what it looks like, I?—"
I cut him off. "So, you weren't fucking James's ass, declaring you wanted my money to run away together?" He shuts up and pales while I chuckle.
"How do you know about my grandmother's money, Oliver? Only my close family knows about it, so how on earth do you?" I inquire coldly, and he looks at James, who nods.
"Look, a man named Christian Baciu approached me four months ago and told me to get close to you. Someone tried selling you for $5 million, but he saw you and thought you were no longer pure or whatever, and offered us the $5 million if we got you to tell us the location of the $100 million." I freeze momentarily. I know that name; that's the Romanian mafia head. For a while now, I've known that my uncle tried to sell me, and instead of telling me, my father decided to keep me in the dark. It looks like someone else wants me gone, too. Probably Selene, which wouldn't surprise me; she and that slut did mention me getting picked up by them.
Oliver starts to walk over to me, taking my silence as permission when, really, I'm more dangerous than the Romanian he's been in contact with; he just doesn't know it yet. Only Abby, Juan, and my old guard, Colin, who is currently my spy in my family, know my true self. It looks like things are about to be different, and everyone will know.
I think it's time I come out of hiding.
As he walks toward me slowly, he states, "Maybe, you give us the $5 million now, then I can tell Christian that your sister has the money. Yeah, that sounds better, doesn't it? It's a win-win situation." He goes to put his hand, which still has cum over it, on my shoulder, and I quickly bend down, grabbing the knife that's strapped to my leg under my dress. I twist it so the length of the blunt side of the blade is against my arm while the sharp end goes to his throat, and he stops still, hands going up in surrender, swallowing hard.
I smirk. "Did you know there are over one hundred ways I could break your bones in your body without you dying?" He swallows again, and I can hear James's breath pick up.
"You're a pathetic little boy, not realizing who you are dealing with. Christian is a puppy compared to me." Abby chuckles. She, Juan, and Colin are the only ones who have seen this side of me. For the five years I lived with my father, I had to hide behind my mask, the quiet, shy girl that I used to be before I lived with Athena, and she, with the help of the Spanish Don, Juan Garcia, who happens to be my uncle, and whom my father didn’t know about when he married my mother. Juan turned me into a lethal killing machine. However, I can't really call myself a killer…until recently.
I never had any practice because my yia-yia passed away, then my father took me back, which means I hadn't killed anyone until three months ago, when I walked outside of the library where Abby was supposed to meet me, and I heard screaming. I ran around the corner just in time to catch two dickheads trying to attack her. One held Abby while the other was undoing her pants as she tried to kick out at them. I grabbed my knife from my boot, and I ran toward them, stabbing the guy who was trying to undo her pants. The other guy paled when I slowly looked up at him; he held his hands up and backed away before taking off. I got my small pistol from the back pocket of my jean shorts, and shot him once in the back of his head.
I expected Abby to scream and run away from me, instead, she nearly toppled us to the ground while hugging me and crying. Nobody ever found out that I killed them, thanks to the technical skills my uncle taught me. As it turns out, several women came forward after seeing those men’s faces plastered on TV, claiming rape. The police didn't really try all that hard to find their killer. It makes me smirk every time I think about it, and now Abby trains with me every week. We do Judo on Saturdays, with a mix of martial arts and boxing, then we shoot at the shooting range one town over on Sundays, much to my Uncle Juan’s happiness.
I contacted him after my first kill, and he decided to tell me all about the human traffickers. He said he was waiting for me to be ready, and hearing that they are now picking up children to sell, it was a no-brainer. He's given me over thirty-five targets in three months, and I've had perfect kill shots each time. They call me the Angel of Death, because, apparently, someone noticed I was a woman because of the shoes I was wearing when I went after a cartel drug runner, who had gone rogue trying his hand at trafficking. He tried to snatch a five-year-old little girl, and I had to do something to make my uncle proud. The person noticed nothing else about me. Some people say I need catching, and others are praising me because of who I kill.
But back to my grandmother's money and estate. I did offer my uncle half after I learned about it because it is more his than mine, but he declined, stating I earned it. He is the only other person I trust. I used to trust Sergi, but I know his loyalty would be with Alex, and that's why I haven't contacted him. The same is true of Sofia, no matter how much I miss them.
In front of me, standing beside the emergency exit, Oliver pales, and I sneer at him.
"You're one of the richest people I know, thanks to your parents' good luck in the real estate business, and yet you want to steal my grandmother's hard-earned money?" I smirk. "And I'm guessing it's because they won't approve of you two," I snarl, the fucking, lying piece of shit. I leave out that my yia-yia’s money is mainly blood money, but he doesn't need to know that.
"Here's what you're going to do."
He tries to speak, and my knife slices him a little. Blood starts to drip from his neck, and he whimpers, causing James to sob. I roll my eyes, pussies the both of them.
This was the guy I was going to fuck Alex out of my system with? Geez.
"You're going to tell Christian that he was right; I'm not pure." Abby snorts, knowing it's bullshit. "Then you're going to request a meeting with him, and you're going to ensure that my father, Basil Adino, and Damian and Alexandr Volkov are present. You'll tell him you've gotten ahold of my inheritance. Do you understand?" He whimpers, most likely recognizing the names, and doesn't want to meet them. I roll my eyes again. "You're not actually going, you idiot, I am, but you're not to tell them that, got it?" He nods fast, causing him to cut himself more, whimpering in pain. I remove my knife from his throat, and James quickly grabs a hold of him and looks at me.
"We're sorry, Phoebe. We just didn't know what else to do."
I tilt my head, and as Abby states, "You were supposed to confide in your friend, and she most probably would have given you the money. Instead, you tried to manipulate her, ruin your friendship and trust, and use her. Now, you're on your own." I nod, agreeing, while both men's faces pale, realizing they fucked up because, before Oliver tried to be more, he was a good friend.
Abby grabs my hand, ready to pull me away, and I state, "You have twenty-four hours to get me the meet-up information. Betray me, and it won't be my knife next time, it'll be a bullet. They don't call me the Angel of Death for no reason." Their mouths drop, and they look ready to pass out.
Abby and I turn around and head out.
"Let's go home, yeah?" Abby says, and I nod, squeezing her hand. Yet another person betrayed me but, at least this time, I didn't drop my mask like I was starting to with Alex.