11. Zack
Zack
I t takes a while to find the car again. Chloe doesn’t stray from my side once. I’d call her stupid for picking me, but I know she’s not. She’s smart and cunning, and there’s something wicked about her. She wants to do all the things I’m sure her religion tells her not to do.
And if she really did kill someone, then we’re more alike than I thought.
She wants me.
But why?
What does she get out of this?
My curiosity has been more than caught; it’s been put in a damn chokehold.
As much as I want to play with her, I also want to peel back her layers until she’s completely exposed to me with all of her vulnerabilities on display. Only once she’s a sobbing, broken mess at my feet will I be satisfied.
This can’t change things though. I won’t let her get in the way.
Things are already different thanks to her intoxication of my mind, and she’s doing it again now. Getting me drunk on her and desperate for another drop.
I can feel her watching me. Figuring me out.
Why isn’t she scared of me? A little nun like her should be shaking in fear, begging the big bad wolf to spare her, and praying to her God for mercy.
Perhaps she’s deadlier than I’ve given her credit for. That makes this whole situation suck even more. The chances of finding my dream girl—one with a killer instinct and a thirst for violence—were non-existent. Yet, here she is.
She’s my perfect match.
She’s also my weakness.
Fuck, my nerves can’t take much more of this.
It’s not long before we arrive at our next destination. An old, run-down biker bar. I came here a lot once I discovered the owner, Jackson Wood, was one of the men on Kat’s tape. I tried to get answers without rousing suspicion, but all I left with were bruises, and a cracked rib.
Tonight has been years in the making, and I know that the man I need to find will be here.
I’ve staked the place out for months, noting who comes and goes, and when.
It’s rarely completely empty, but this time of night there should only be a few stragglers hanging around probably too drunk to do anything.
Two Harleys are parked up outside. Across the lot, the only other vehicle is Jackson’s car.
Chloe can serve as the perfect distraction to get him alone.
Her eyes light up at the neon sign. She’s probably never been to a bar before or gotten drunk.
Bet she gives the best drunk sloppy head .
My cock better quit it before I start strangling it.
Don’t threaten me with a good time.
“Are you okay?”
“What?” I snap.
“You keep looking at your um…at your dick.” She blushes as dark as the blood on her cheeks earlier.
“Why don’t you have a look for me? Make sure he’s all good?”
With a scoff, and a roll of her eyes, she reaches for the door handle. I grab her wrist before she can open it.
“Are we not going inside?”
I give her a firm warning, “If you tell anyone in there I kidnapped you, I’ll set the place on fire with you and everyone else still in it.”
I should tie her up and leave her in the trunk so she can’t get in the way, but I’m curious what she’s going to do next.
She nods her head in silent confirmation, and we get out of the car. While her back is turned, I pop another pill before grabbing my bag and jacket. Putting them on, I follow close behind her.
Before we reach the door, I wrap an arm around her waist and pull her close to check her over beneath the red neon light.
I can count her freckles from this close. They’re another unwanted distraction that I’m struggling to resist.
She’s dry now, and the cut on her leg has stopped bleeding. There’s some blood in her hair that’s poking out of her veil, but it shouldn’t be noticeable. The rest seems to have washed off her skin, but the light above us makes it seem like it’s still there.
That glow is back, and it has my heart racing .
Her plump lips part as she glances up at me through thick, dark lashes.
Some basic, feral instinct takes over me, and I’m pulling her in for a kiss. Her tongue tangles with mine instantly. Moans of pleasure and resistance spilling into my mouth. Her fingers curl into my chest, holding me close to her while she also tries to push me away. She’s as confused as I am.
When I pull away, I tug on her lower lip, releasing it with a pop, and watch as a bead of blood forms where I was too rough. She licks it up without complaint.
Why?
Why the fuck did she just appear out of nowhere?
Why the fuck did I let her into my car when I know this can’t last?
And why the ever-loving fuck did I go back for her?
She’s disoriented, and I give her no time to compose herself before I swing open the door and tug her inside.
As expected, there are only the two owners of the bikes in here along with the man I’m looking for. All three look our way from their positions at the bar.
The bikers sit at the far end. They’re pushing fifty, both have gray hair, and one sports a thick, gray, bushy beard. They wear similar leather vests that look like they’ve seen better days.
Jackson is cleaning glasses behind the bar.
He’s a lot neater in his plain white shirt, his short, sandy hair neatly combed.
Anyone who met him would think he’s a regular business owner.
A good, honest person from the way he’s able to charm his patrons, and the charity raffles he hosts every month.
If only they knew what lies beneath the surface.
I whisper close to Chloe’s ear, “Here’s how this is gonna go. See those guys sat at the bar? You’re going to invite them out back with you.”
“No!” she hisses. “I don’t want to.”
“Little sinner, the whole reason you’re standing here with your heart still beating is because you chose me.
” I can’t stop myself from smiling as I say those last three words.
No one’s ever chosen me before. My dad made it his life’s purpose to make sure I knew how much he hated me, and my very own twin left me by killing herself.
“How exactly do you expect me to get them to leave with me?”
I laugh at her naivety. “Flirt with them. Promise them everything they desire.” My eyes rake over her curvy figure, and she squirms, her thighs squeezing together.
She shoves at me, and I laugh at her weak efforts.
“Fine. So I offer up my body to them, and then what?” She crosses her arms over her chest and squares up to me. “I could get them to take me far away from here. You’d never be able to find me.”
“I think you know what happens when you run from me. If you don’t do what I say, I will torch the place and hunt you down.”
She grunts and sucks on her lower lip. The motion makes me want to suck on it for her.
“They’re twice the size of you. If I scream for help, they’ll come save me and beat you to a pulp.”
“Darlin’, if I wasn’t here, they’d already have you bent over that pool table and be fucking your ass raw. Or are you still relying on your not-all-men theory?”
There’s a glint of trepidation in her eyes now. Weighing up her options, she takes her chances on me like I knew she would. “Fine. What do you want me to do exactly? Blow them both and give you the cash after? ”
I slap her ass to get her moving, and whisper, “Just keep them busy while I get the other guy upstairs. Then you can come join us.”
If the rest of the night is anything to go by, I think my little sinner is going to enjoy what comes after.
“Are you going to kill him? Why?”
We still hold the interest of all three men, and if she’s not careful she’ll blow it for me.
“No more questions. Now go.”
We part ways halfway across the room. I go to sit at the opposite end of the bar while she goes up to the two bikers.
My skin starts to itch when one of them puts his hand on her hip and raises a smug brow at me.
Why isn’t she shaking him off? She can talk to them without having them touch her.
No, it doesn’t matter.
But you said she’s yours.
Not my fucking dick thinking for me again . I’d be better off chopping the thing off.
“Yes, she’s mine, which means if I want her to flirt with those men then that’s what she’ll do. If I tell her to get on her hands and knees, and offer up her cunt then she’ll do that as well,” I tell it quietly.
A dark cloud is appearing over my head. The pills can’t be wearing off already. I’ve been making sure to top up all night so I don’t have to feel that empty numbness anymore. I should have taken an extra one before we came in. Maybe there’s time to go and grab one now?
“I don’t want any trouble in here,” Jackson says to me, making my blood pressure rise dangerously.
I force myself to smile at him. “Neither do I. You know those guys?”
“They’re regulars. Unlike you two. I remember you disturbing the peace in here before, and getting the shit kicked out of you. That white hair is hard to forget. But her? She’s new. What is she even wearing?”
“You know what they say, never judge a book by its cover. Under those rags is the tightest, hottest pussy I’ve ever had.”
His eyes linger on her for too long, and so do mine.
“She your girlfriend?”
“No,” I snap.
“A whore then?”
“No, she’s—” Shit. That shouldn’t offend me. “Yeah. She’s a whore.”
“Is that blood on her?”
What the fuck is with all this guy’s questions?
“It’s fake,” I say curtly. He raises a brow, and I bite back my annoyance.
“I’m trying something new. Slutty girls in even sluttier horror outfits.
A tiny miniskirt and a dash of fake blood to get your own blood pumping.
Think of her as a horror whore.” Why the fuck am I overselling this shit and not avoiding the question entirely?
Probably her messing with my head again.
Or the drugs. Something’s scrambled my brain.
One of the bikers offers her his beer, and she takes it. As she brings it to her lips her eyes meet mine, and she smirks. My eyeballs are fucking twitching in their sockets. My teeth grinding audibly together.
Keeping eye contact with me, she downs the drink and flips me off. The men cheer her on.