Chapter 7
Chapter Seven
A couple of days later, Dirk and his reaction to my rejection still pissed me off.
I had stayed back at school in the library because my mood was sour and I didn’t want any of the guys to ask if it was Shark Week again. It wasn’t the first time I hadn’t spent the night with Dirk, so I just didn’t understand what his problem was. He gave no indication that he wanted to change the rules, and there were no hints dropped either.
It made me realize I should probably stop shopping at home.
I actually made a point of not sleeping over to enforce the rule of not looking for more than one or two nights of fun. To be honest, I didn’t see any point in a relationship with anyone; I didn’t have the time or the patience to maintain a relationship. His newfound interest in a more committed arrangement really threw a wrench into my evening extracurricular activities.
Usually guys like him showed their spots sooner.
A year ago, I hooked up with a guy from one of my classes. Liam had been on my case to try out this new nightclub by the university, so against all better judgment, I relented. Even though we both had fake ID, he wanted to celebrate us turning legal. We were on the dance floor when one guy from my sociology class came up behind us and joined in. Then, when Liam got distracted by some dude, he left me with him. The only reason I gave Kevin a chance was because he had the moves and I could feel the outline of what he was packing.
We took a taxi back to his dorm room, where I left wondering what the hell had happened.
Everything was going well. His roommate was gone, so I didn’t hold back. So there I was, riding him hard, enjoying the full feeling of him inside me. We were both getting close until he opened his mouth. Let’s just say his version of dirty talk wasn’t the usual. I wouldn’t have held it against him if he would have called himself Daddy. It’s not a turn on for me, but it definitely wouldn’t have derailed my oncoming orgasm.
Nope.
Kevin the dunce started telling me, “Oh yeah, I wanna get you pregnant.”
At that point, I checked out and stopped moving. I slowly extracted myself from the situation and got dressed. All the time, he kept asking what was going on. All I kept thinking about was whether he had sabotaged all the condoms in his drawer. What kind of one-night stand told the chick he was hooking up with that he was going to knock her up?
He grunted a couple times, then just before he came he said, “I’m gonna put my baby in you.”
Thank fuck for doubling up on birth control.
All men had to wrap it before they tapped it with me. Being a member of the Reapers MC ensured I had enough men to deal with regularly.
I wasn’t ready to become a mother, and I didn’t need to be on antibiotics for some sketchy itch. A one-night stand wasn’t meant to give you any gifts other than multiple orgasms without regrets or a hassle of making more than a first impression.
A knock on the door disrupted the rest of my overthinking.
“Come in,” I called out.
A random student poked his head through the opening in the door. “Are you almost done? I have this room booked next.”
I glanced over at my phone for the time. This dude had waited fifteen minutes before interrupting me.
Oops.
“Yeah, sure. Let me pack up my stuff and I’ll be out of here.”
“Thanks,” he told me.
Just as I was stepping out the door of the building, my phone buzzed.
Dick: Where are you?
Dick: Where did you go for lunch?
Dick: We need to talk.
Dick: I miss your voice.
Dick: Who are you with?
Dick: Let me know when you’re home from the library.
Dick: Answer your phone
Dick: I keep calling you
Dick: Over and over
Dick: But you aren’t answering
Dick: Where are you?
Dick: I need to tell you something important
Dick: Why aren’t you answering me
Dick: ANSWER YOUR PHONE!!!
Dick: This isn’t you! After all, we’ve been through.
Dick: You’re gonna regret this.
The next text was from my brother Brandt. Someone must have told him about my pissy mood.
“Hello,” I answered.
“Hellcat, Liam texted cause you’re ignoring him.”
“I wasn’t,” I argued.
I totally was.
I had heard the vibration of my phone, and I saw it was Liam, but I didn’t want to deal with anyone. Hopefully, he was calling me about a job so I could delay going home. As long as I wasn’t too late, the job would consist of me warning some stupid fuck about the fatal consequence of his infidelities. It wasn’t one of those fatal attraction sort of things; it was an if I can’t have you all to myself, then no one will .
“We have a case and it’s right up your alley,” he told me. “It might help you get out of whatever funk you’ve been in for the last couple of days.”
* * *
It was the end of the day, the building was emptied for the weekend, except for a few workaholics. Liam had already sent me a text confirmation a few minutes prior to my entering the building to show he had successfully infiltrated the surveillance cameras. He rigged it up so that the security would watch a five-hour loop he found from the same day the week before.
“Hold the elevator!” I called out.
I stepped into the elevator with the target, only he had no idea what was coming. He didn’t know I was there to make sure nothing happened to him. The same couldn’t be said for the two men who were in the elevator with us. They joined us two floors down, and within a matter of seconds, I recognized them for who they were. Lucky for my target, I wasn’t there for the same reason as the other two.
This time, fate was on his side, as I was there to save him.
“Just a word of advice. If you’re planning on stepping out on your wife tonight, make sure that you think it through.”
He was carrying a bouquet of roses, which meant he was going to see his mistress. The main reason for the contract. From my research, I knew for a fact that his wife liked lilies.
“Who the hell are you?”
“A concerned citizen,” I responded with a smirk. “You know, you don’t really seem like a bad guy.”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he replied.
“The roses you bought for your side piece. You and your wife are having problems. It happens.”
“A word of advice. Some women will just leave, others would hire a couple of thugs to come into your office. After they disabled your security cameras, they would eliminate her problem and make sure it looks like a robbery gone wrong.”
He swallowed hard, but had enough intelligence to cease his menacing behaviour and actually take in his surroundings.
We rode the elevator the rest of the way to the parking garage. We walked out together, but I took a step to the side to lean against the wall.
“Have a nice evening,” I told him.
Even though I despised people who cheated on their significant others, it wasn’t a reason for a death sentence.
I watched as he got into his vehicle, which I had already checked for a bomb. Lucky for him, there wasn’t one because I had no idea how to disarm them. I did, however, find a GPS device in the front passenger side wheel well. By this time tomorrow, it would be buried beneath refuse somewhere in the Pinehill Landfill.
Which was the same place the shady dude who parked three spots over from douche canoe would end up.
He had been the only one sitting in the parking garage when I did my sweep before heading upstairs to meet up with his mark. I had made a note of his position, but thought nothing of it. It wasn’t until I was halfway under the vehicle that I heard the click of the vehicle lock, the creak of the door, and the sound of his boots as he stepped out of the car.
I could hear him coming from a mile away.
Thankfully, I was small enough to pull myself under the SUV I was checking. By the time he came to the spot, I was completely out of sight. I would have thought with the wife’s access to money, she could afford someone better than this thug.
Apparently not.
Even if I hadn’t heard his car door as he got out, I would have been able to judge his distance. He stomped through the parking garage with his boots like a herd of elephants. I watched as he walked around the vehicle until he came to a stop in front of me.
Unsheathing my knife, I brought it up in front of my face and waited for him to make his move. He stood where he stopped, breathing heavy like he had run a marathon. Knowing I was running out of time, I got impatient and made the move for him. I reached forward, grabbed his ankle, and pulled. He fell backwards and hit the cement like a sack of potatoes.
A groan was the only reason I knew he was still awake, but feeling the pain of the fall. So, while he was momentarily stunned, I put away my knife and crawled out of my hiding spot. Then I walked around to the front of the vehicle. He was almost back on his feet when I stepped to his side and gasped dramatically.
He turned my way and perused me from head to toe.
He leered at me, then said, “I’ll give you ten bucks to suck me off.”
“In your dreams, asshole.”
He went to grab my arm, but I evaded him. The idiot didn’t even think I was the person who pulled him off his feet. As I inched my way forward, I immediately noted his breath smelled like alcohol and stale cigarettes. Only a moron would have a drink before pulling a job.
As I turned up the seduction, his defenses fell. Trailing my fingernail down his fugly jacket, I walked around until I was completely behind him. I pulled my knife out slowly and wrapped my arm around his shoulder, placing the blade against his neck.
He flinched.
My knife nicked his neck when tried to break my hold. The trickle of blood was just a preview of what he would experience in a few minutes. I wasn’t going to leave him around to try again. No witnesses and all that shit. Once I had him where I wanted, I would finish him. I pushed him into the dumpster with my knife biting into his throat. If he thought I was going to allow him to go free, he had another thing coming.
Either way, he wouldn’t be following anyone tonight.