Chapter 16
Chapter Sixteen
G
Bitch thought she could just ignore me. According to my police scanner, a car was dispatched to her address.
That was information I already had. That could only mean that her and that asshole she’d been spreading for found the set of gifts I left for them.
Instead of heading home, I headed back into the bar thinking about my handy work.
I had been at the house earlier in the day.
I overheard Eve telling the asshole that she wouldn’t set the alarm since he would be there just a few minutes after she left.
It gave me a small window. I had left a stack of letters that had been returned to me when Eve closed her fan mail post box.
That was a little while after that manager of hers had advertised the generic email addresses for each of his clients.
I also placed the mug I’d made, especially for her, in the sink, where she would find it.
Once the asshole had left a second time, I had a little more time.
I made sure all the cameras were covered or disabled.
I also cut the electricity to the cottage.
I was careful to make sure it was only the cottage because I didn’t want to alert anyone in the main house.
And finally, I left her with my treasures.
I left a school uniform from the academy she attended in high school.
Just to show how much I know her. Also naked pictures of her. I plastered them all over her bedroom.
I hadn’t actually used her body. She was a prude, and I couldn’t actually find a single nude of her.
Instead, I had to stick different photos of her face on top of those bodies.
It wasn’t perfect but it was close enough to my fantasy.
All of my treasures, I handed over to her.
I wouldn’t need them. Soon enough, I would have her.
She thought she could ignore me. Well, I would show her. I would punish and humiliate her, and she would know better than to dismiss me ever again.
I also hoped she got my note. That was important too. Maybe if she read the note, she would know not to ignore men who are being nice to her. And that she shouldn’t spread her legs for anyone but me. Perhaps if she read the note, she would see that I am right there waiting for her.
The bar lady slid up to me. Her breasts were almost overflowing from that skimpy top she wore. “Your friends have deserted you?”
“They had business to attend to.”
She leaned forward, practically throwing those tits in my face.
“Yeah, too many people are workaholics. Can I get you another beer?”
Aah so she remembered what I was drinking. “Yeah, I think I’ll get one more before I hit the road. Is this place always this busy?”
She smiled and looked around the bar before she leaned down and got a bottle from the fridge, I presumed, was under the counter. “Yeah, since the owner hired Everly for our Friday night entertainment, business has picked up. She's been working less than a year but she has a huge following.”
She handed me the beer and allowed her fingers to brush against mine. I gave her a pointed look. She was blonde and pretty enough for me to use for the night.
I met her gaze with a raised brow but continued the conversation as if the subject was of no concern to me. “I wouldn’t have thought that a pop singer did so well in a country bar.”
“Well tonight was unusual. Normally, she does a little more country.” She takes a sip from her water bottle and continues. “I think she was trying to impress the man she was with. I hadn’t seen him here before. But neither of them could really keep their eyes off each other.”
That was true. Maybe if she hadn’t been so wrapped up in that asshole she would’ve noticed that there were other people in the bar.
Instead of dwelling on how Eve whored herself out to that asshole Moore, I focused on getting little miss big tits into my bed. She was ripe and ready. She didn’t want to go home alone and while any man in the bar would do, I would be the one to accompany her.
“So.” I squinted my eyes at the strategically placed name tag on her left breast. “Mary, what time do you get off?”
“Well, I’m hoping to get off all night long.” She looked at me through long lashes. “But if you’re asking me what time my shift ends, we call last round at 12 and I usually take an hour to clean and cash up.”
I checked my watch. It was just after eleven. I would need to make inane conversation for the next two hours. Yet another thing I needed to make Eve pay for.
My phone buzzed in my pocket. Only one person would contact me so late at night.
Everyone else who had been with me was still where I left them earlier.
I had been waiting eagerly to hear back from AntMan.
He’d been notoriously quiet for over a week.
I hadn’t received the information I required, and I had already paid him.
Even extended texts asking him what had taken so long had gone ignored.
Hopefully he had a good excuse for ignoring me.
AntMan: This will be our last transaction.
That was not what I was expecting to hear. One would think he would be eager to get more business when there were many who were just as good, if not better than him. Some didn’t even charge, but they only worked for people on the side of what he perceived as good.
People like him judged people like me.
G: What the fuck does that mean?
AntMan: That’s twice now you’ve asked me to dig into someone connected to the Salinger family. I will not cross that family.”
G: Are you scared of them?
AntMan: Don’t fuck with me. We both know who is really scared here. Trust me you don’t want to fuck with me.
Rage spiraled through me. How dare he threaten me.
G: Fuck you. I’ll find another contact. I want a refund.
AntMan: There will be no refunds. I will send you the information, and you will not contact me again.
G: Whatever. Send the information.
It wasn't like I couldn’t start another account, and work with him under a different username.
My phone got an alert as the information came in. Then another text from AntMan.
AntMan: And if you try fooling me or contacting me again. I will send everything I have on you and this account to the Salingers. Don’t think I don’t know who you are, G.
I wasn’t sure I believed him. But the fact that he added my account name gave me pause. There was no way he knew who I was.
First, he would need to know where to start looking. No one would suspect me. Instead of dwelling on his threat, I opened the information he had sent me.
I read through each page, not in the least surprised by the information I’d found.
I had been in the business long enough to know who Noah Moore was.
He had quite a reputation among the special forces and security operators.
The more I scrolled the more I realized what a waste of money AntMan was.
It wasn’t until the last page that I learned something.
The government had covered it up and I had no doubt that while Salinger Security knew the details of the report in my hand, they would do anything to make sure it never became public either.
I saved that final page. At some point I would send it to Eve.
But only if she was good and deserved to know what kind of monster she was spreading for.