Chapter 28 Ray
Ray
I hang up, trying not to laugh. That bitch can barely talk today.
She actually thinks she can make me wait on her.
I don’t care if I see her at all. I just enjoy her fear.
If she doesn’t show up, I’ll make her life miserable tomorrow.
Tonight, I have other plans. I put salt into the fuel tank of that bastard that thinks he can claim my woman.
Now, he’s stranded. I heard him outside by that garage he works at, talking to one of his buddies last night.
I was parked across the street but had my window down.
He left his bike at the garage and drove home with one of the others.
It took some work to bypass the security of the garage, but thankfully I’m really good at that kind of thing.
I should be, I’ve made a living breaking in and getting what I want—whether that’s physical or things to fatten up my bank account.
This means the bastard is out of commission and Beau will be alone tonight. She may have people following her around, but they don’t come in her house. I’m going to watch her and if I get an opening, I think I’ll take her tonight. I’m tired of waiting.
I look down the small embankment at the truck.
The idiots that were following Beau—supposedly guarding her—are currently unconscious in the front seat.
It was ridiculously easy to plant a listening device in Beau’s garage.
I did it at first just to hear her voice.
It calmed me and allowed me to plot my punishment for her easier.
Well, it did until that damn biker fucked my woman on her desk and I had to hear it.
She’s going to get twenty lashes for that.
She’ll be screaming in pain and begging me to stop it.
When I heard he was planning a trip out of town, and that he asked two men to follow her around.
I began to plan. I knew it would be a long-shot that I could get her alone, but I knew I could get him out of town longer than planned.
Then, Beau and the men that were supposed to be her bodyguards decided she would drive alone, and they’d follow.
That’s when I knew I had a good chance to get my woman sooner than anticipated.
I knew it wouldn’t be easy, but I had skills that came in very handy.
Once, before I realized I could make more money taking what I wanted instead of working, I was a mechanic for a car lot that specialized in a buy-here-pay-here clientele.
To ensure they didn’t avoid us—or use their car if they failed to pay—we put in a kill switch that disabled the vehicle with a push of a button.
The tricky part was getting it installed in each vehicle the men drove that day.
It was a pain in my ass, but since I wasn’t sure what they’d drive or if more than one would, so I had to take special precautions.
Luckily, they all gather in Beau’s house for lunch and gossip like fucking kids.
With that done, I loaded up some tranquilizers I helped myself to at a local vet’s office.
They’re for horses. I was nice and did only give a half dose.
It still might be too much. Hell, it could kill them, but I gave them a chance.
It’s more than they deserved. When their car stopped, they got out and I shot them with the tranquilizer darts before they made more than a couple steps.
Next, I put them back in their truck. I shifted the gear into neutral, then pushed the car forward until the small hill propelled them forward and out of sight.
It was surprisingly easy.
I relax into the driver’s side of my car and watch the faces in the oncoming vehicles.
I can’t afford any surprises. I see Robin’s deathtrap of a vehicle come rolling down the road.
There’s not a lot of traffic right now. That will change shortly when the kid’s school officially dismisses.
I stretch and press a button, so my stereo begins playing Mozart’s Romance from 1785.
This is mine and Beau’s song. I will play it nightly while I’m bringing her to heel.
A few minutes later, I see Beau’s car pass by. I immediately pull out and follow my little pet.
Tonight is the night.