Chapter 5
I've been sitting here for what feels like an eternity. Waiting is always the worst part.
But the waiting is about to be over, and I'm beyond excited. Watching him touch her almost sent me over the edge and had me moving prematurely, but I'm not Rick; I can hold on to my beast. I just need to remind him of that soon; this piece of shit will be at our mercy...
Besides, it's not like he did anything to Jade. She would never allow it; I know that. But somehow, even just the idea of him looking at her bugs me.
He doesn't deserve it.
Most don't, though, if I'm being honest.
I watch him move back down the stairs from my place in the closet, and for a second, I almost want him to find me.
But that would ruin the surprise when he returns to try to have his way with Jade.
Her favorite part is the shock on their faces when they try to have their way with her, and she shuts them down.
I can be patient if it means making her happy.
Fuck, I'd do anything she asked me to.
He moves down the hall, and I creep out of the closet to watch him from the stairs.
I'm quiet; always have been, but there's always some risk in this kind of job.
I could hit a squeaky board and give myself away; one wrong step is all it takes.
Too bad for most of these fucks; they all have money and wouldn't dare live somewhere old and creaky.
I watch him as he moves around the kitchen, grabbing a drink from the fridge and some kind of pills from the cabinet.
I can't see exactly what it is, but I'd bet my left nut it's some kind of performance enhancer with the way his lips are twisted up in a creepy-ass smile, and not the fun creepy but the gross, rapist kind.
The kind that screams for me to cut it into his face permanently.
He moves back through the kitchen, shutting off lights as he goes, and I move into the shadows near the secondary bedroom.
The guest bedroom that he easily could have given Jade if he wasn't some sicko who wanted her in his bed, no doubt for reasons that had nothing to do with being raised well, the way he claimed.
The douche canoe is so wrapped up in his humming and whatever it is he has planned that he doesn't even glance toward the room as he passes, and I can't deny I'm kind of bummed out about it.
This guy is going to be too easy.
As if proving my point, he moves into his room, leaving the door open behind him. I half expected and hoped I would have to bust it down and be all dramatic and shit, but no, he's too busy monologuing to a girl he believes to be unconscious...as if he could get any more pathetic.
"Normally, I wouldn't dare make a move on a girl that looks like you or is your age.
" He gives a laugh, but the sound isn't happy; no, if anything, he sounds like he's disgusted with himself, and yeah, he should be.
"But you were so lonely. I've seen it so often with my students, and all the easiest targets are the lonely ones because they eat up the attention. "
He didn't bother to turn on the light, but the light from the hall is bright enough that I can see him, and he can no doubt see her. Hell, if he turned around, he'd see me too, but I know he won't.
No, he's in his own little world right now, but that's all about to change.
"I was worried. I've never used that drug before, but I was out of sleeping pills.
I won't get a refill until next week, but that's too long.
It's been almost a month, and I can't wait any longer, not when the stars lined up so beautifully for me tonight.
" He's undone his tie and is slowly making his way down the buttons of his shirt, undressing as he continues to talk.
"You really are a sweet girl, Zoe. You remind me so much of Zela–" He cuts himself off with a groan, reaching down to rub at his cock through his pants, and I don't need the light to see how hard he is, even if his dick seems to be painfully small.
"Zela was delicious, my very first, about seven years ago." He groans and moves to undo his pants, abandoning his shirt and any attempt to take that off.
He moves toward the bed, reaching out to rub a finger down Jade’s face before lifting a piece of her hair and breathing it in.
Stupid fucker doesn’t even realize it’s a wig.
He goes to move back, but he doesn’t make it far, and I can’t help but smile as I watch his eyes widen in shock.
They never see her coming…Hell, I didn’t either, but thankfully, I wasn’t on her shit list. What a scary place to be.
In the blink of an eye, she’s moving, and I watch the needle sink into his neck as her eyes flutter open and a smile curves her lips.
There are so many things I love about Jade.
I could stand here for days and not list them all, but fuck me if that smile isn’t one of the highest on my list. The bloodlust that gleams in her eyes mixes with it, and just like that, I’m hard again, for what feels like the thousandth time tonight.
His body goes limp, and he falls onto the bed as if he’s been hit by some kind of spell.
“This is the type of thing you should be using.” Jade pulls the needle from his neck before capping it and tossing it back in her tiny purse. “I mean, should have been using.”
Her eyes dart up to meet mine, and I step toward the bed on her other side.
“Should’ve for sure. Whoever Spence gets that shit from knows what they’re doing.” I drop a kiss on her head, and despite the craziness in her eyes, they soften for a moment before she’s back to business.
“I never really asked where he gets ‘em, but oh well, as long as I have them when I need them.” She turns back to the douche canoe and pats him on the cheek. “Too bad for you, after tonight, you won’t have to worry about that kind of thing.”
She throws the covers back and moves out of the bed while I keep watch of the douche canoe.
It doesn’t happen often, but it has happened where the dose was wrong, or the asshole just had a strange tolerance.
It sure makes things entertaining, but I know Jade probably can’t wait to change out of it.
She hates the wigs, and I can’t say I blame her.
She made me wear one once after I laughed about her whining about it.
It wasn’t so funny after a few minutes; I don’t even want to think about it after a couple of hours.
The second her feet hit the ground, she’s yanking off the wig before she starts pulling off her dress. Thankfully, douche canoe can’t see her from the angle he fell, or else we’d be starting his lesson early, with the loss of his fucking eyes.
His eyes dart around the room, and I watch his jaw tick as he struggles to say something. He should be able to talk if he tries hard enough. Most people can at least muster up a few terrified words before they knock out all the way, but not him.
Guess he really is a fucking bitch. Then again, he wouldn’t be on our radar if he weren’t.
Jade’s dress hits the floor next to her wig, and I sling off my bag to grab her a pair of sweats, one of my T-shirts, and a pair of sneakers.
She takes them with a smile that makes me feel like I could melt before she quickly starts pulling them on.
I stuff her dress and wig in the bag before moving around the bed to grab her shoes.
Trent and Jake will take care of the cleanup when we’re done here, but it’s always best practice to clean up after yourself.
Never know when a nosy neighbor or maid will wander in and fuck everything up.
I mean, that kind of shit can be handled, but it definitely makes things take longer, and that’s time we could be doing literally anything else.
My eyes wander to Jade’s ass as she pulls her sweats up her legs and over her ass. Yeah, like that, we could be doing that instead of playing clean-up.
Or she could be doing me…
Either way, if that’s not great motivation to handle shit the right way, I don’t know what is.
“Nice to see you came out of the closet for me.” Jade jokes as she moves around the bed to look down at the douche canoe with a look of disgust.
“You know I’d do anything for you, Doll.”
“Wh—who are you?” He struggles but finally manages to get some words out, even if it sounds like a slur of shit. I’m used to deciphering bullshit.
Jade moves around him and climbs on the bed, folding her legs under herself and getting right in his sight.
“Your worst fucking nightmare.” Her words are sugary sweet, but her smile is still off, and I can tell he sees it, too, with the way his eyes bounce around her face.
It looks like he wants to say something, but before he can muster up the ability to try again, a bang downstairs pulls our attention from him.
“Up here, Daddy!”
The house is quiet except for the sound of a single set of heavy footfalls as they head up the stairs toward us.
I know it’s Kratos the same way Jade knew, but also, because we rode here together, he just isn’t as easy to hide, considering he’s a fucking mountain of a man.
I haven’t tried, but somehow, I can’t see him fitting in the closet the same way I did.
Not that he would ever want to. No, Kratos is more the type that would be sitting at the kitchen table waiting for you to come in so he could kill you. He isn’t as into drawing shit out the same way Jade and I are, though he’s in full support when she asks for his help to do it.
Even he knows some people don’t deserve to go quickly.
Kratos moves around the bed up toward Jade without a word, dropping a kiss to her forehead that makes her smile up at him before he grabs our douche and tosses him over his shoulder as if he weighs nothing more than a sack of potatoes.
“Rick’s out front, let’s go.”
Without another word, Kratos turns and walks away, right back the way he came.