Chapter 6
SIX
KALANI
Ispent the next six weeks focused on monitoring two things—the aftermath of what we referred to as “the incident” and Matthew Heinz’s activity. Nothing had happened regarding the incident. We hadn’t heard a word from anyone, and I hoped it stayed that way.
Matthew was a different story. His email account had been very active.
He made plans to fly to Hawaii and to meet with his “travel agent” at Liquid Anarchy and spend the night in Kahakai.
The next day, he was supposed to drive to his sister’s house to babysit Hannah while her parents were away for a week.
Once they were gone, Matthew would drive Hannah to the airport and escort her onto a private plane.
Then he would accompany Hannah to Honolulu to keep her calm until the sedatives kicked in.
While the plane was refueling, he would exit the plane, leaving Hannah on board with her new owner.
Little did Matthew know, I was going to intercept him the night he arrived in Hawaii and make sure he never left Kahakai.
It was difficult to keep a handle on the rage building inside me as I watched Matthew Heinz finalize his deal with Trenton Pritchard—the buyer for his niece. But I did it by imagining what it would feel like to rid the world of another bastard.
Then, it was my time to shine. A few minutes after his guest left, I got up to go to the restroom and tripped, catching myself on Matthew’s table while simultaneously shoving my boobs in his face. “I’m so sorry. I’m not drunk,” I said, trying to sound like I was. “It’s my shoes.”
Matthew glanced at the sneakers I was wearing and grinned. “Well, since you’re not drunk, can I buy you a drink?”
“I’d like that.”
He gestured for me to sit while he got to his feet. “I’ll get us some drinks.”
“Vodka and cranberry, please.”
While he went to the bar, I used my phone to make sure my wig was still in place.
I didn’t think he would recognize me from the birthday party, but I didn’t want to risk it.
Since I fucked it up the first time, I did everything I could to prevent any issues.
Unfortunately, I didn’t have a choice in the location and had to accommodate for returning to the same place as the incident.
Birdie was going to kick my ass if I didn’t get myself killed first. She told me to stay away from Kahakai and the Kings of Anarchy, but she didn’t know what I knew. If she did, she would’ve wanted to help or do it herself.
When Matthew returned to the table, he placed a glass in front of me. “I’m Matthew, by the way.”
“Thanks,” I said and reached for my drink. “Sarah.”
“So, Sarah, you must be local. You look exotic.”
Gross.
“No, I’m here for a family wedding,” I said and picked up my glass. “But I’m enjoying my one night of freedom before the festivities begin tomorrow.” I emptied the contents and winked at Matthew. “You need to catch up. I’ll be right back with round two.”
When I reached the bar, I ordered a cranberry and vodka for Matthew and a cranberry mocktail for me.
“Oh shoot,” I said when I returned to our table.
“I ordered two of my drinks and none of yours. I’ll go back and get two for you.
” Bumping the table when I turned, I knocked his phone onto the floor.
While Matthew bent down to retrieve it, I quickly put the drinks down and poured a small vial of liquid Benadryl into the drink with alcohol.
He placed his phone on the table, waving his hand dismissively. “Don’t worry about it. A drink’s a drink.”
“Are you sure?” I asked. “I can go back and get something else.”
He picked up the glass and made a show of drinking most of the contents. “I’m sure.”
“Okay then.” I smiled and downed half of my drink.
“You’re gonna be fun.” His smarmy grin made me feel sick. “Are you staying at Charli’s Place?”
“Not yet.” I winked. “I was hoping I wouldn’t need to book a room tonight. I’m not feeling very tired anyway.”
“I see,” he said and finished his drink.
When he started to get up, I jumped up before he could. “Let me get this round too. To make up for last time.” I turned and almost ran to the bar before he could object, returning with a cranberry and sparkling water for me and a vodka tonic for him.
If I’d counted correctly, Matthew was on his sixth drink of the evening, but I was eager to move things along. “How about a shot?” I asked excitedly. “A lemon drop?”
“Sure,” he slurred. “Put it on my tab. You can suck it off my dick later.”
“Promises, promises,” I teased.
His blood was going to feel like the warm shower I wish I could take.
When I returned with the lemon drops, it was clear Matthew was fading. We clinked glasses and downed our shots. Well, he did. I spit mine into my almost empty glass as I was pretending to take a sip.
“I think I’m ready to get out of here,” I said pointedly.
“Let’s go.” He wobbled when he first got to his feet, but managed to right himself quickly, which was exactly what I wanted—steady but easily thrown off balance.
“Where are we going?” I asked, even though I already knew.
“Across the street.” He turned to point toward the door and lost his balance. Grabbing on to my shoulders to keep from falling, we both struggled to stay upright.
By the end of it, he’d ripped my shirt and pulled my wig out of place.
I hurried to straighten it, hoping Matthew didn’t notice my hair underneath.
Not because I was hiding the fact that I was wearing a wig—that should’ve been obvious to anyone who cared to look.
It was because I didn’t want Matthew or any of the Kings to possibly recognize me.
“I’m sorry,” he slurred.
“It’s fine. Let’s go,” I rushed out and practically dragged him out of the bar.
“You in a hurry? Your little punani wet for me?”
Yes, I was in a hurry. And eww! No the fuck it wasn’t.
“Yes,” I forced out. “She’s dripping.”
He slapped my ass, and I almost snapped right then and there.
Instead, I grabbed his hand and briskly walked us across the street toward his hotel room.
He was too drunk to realize he hadn’t given me any directions or told me his room number.
Thankfully, he was able to keep a decent pace.
As much as I wanted to kill him, I also wanted to get the fuck out of there as fast as possible.
A flash of worry hit me when he flawlessly opened the door to his room and stepped inside. Was he not as drunk as I thought? Then he fell against the wall and all my fears disappeared.
“You okay?”
“I’m fine,” he slurred. “Just need some water.” Pushing off the wall, he stumbled toward the bathroom but fell onto the bed before he made it.
“I’ll get it for you,” I offered. “Let me help you into bed first.”
“Thanks,” he mumbled. “Just need some water. And a nap.”
“A nap?” I asked in mock horror. “We can’t have that.”
“Yes. Water and nap. Little nap. Please.”
“Of course,” I said sweetly. I found a cup in the bathroom and filled it with hot water from the sink. Then, I walked back to the bed and threw the water in Matthew’s face.
“What was that for?” he whined, sounding close to tears.
“I want you to be awake when I kill you.” Pulling the knife from my belt, I pressed his forehead down and back with one hand while I cut his throat from one side to the other before he could react.
I stared into his eyes and smiled as I removed my wig.
“I was one of the mermaids at Hannah’s party.
She told me about you. I had a bad uncle too.
I sliced his throat. But I wanted to make sure he was dead, so I stabbed him.
” I plunged the knife into Matthew’s abdomen.
“Again.” Jab.
“And again.” Plunge.
“And again.” Stab.
I looked up at Matthew’s face and sighed. “Damn. My uncle died before I finished stabbing him too.”
I stood and wiped the knife on Matthew’s shirt before I grabbed my wig. Then I turned toward the door to leave and froze. A man was standing in the doorway with his arms crossed over his chest, staring at me like he wanted to kill me.