Chapter Nine
Two/face??
The long drive back into the city is something I’ve always liked about what I do, allowing me to compartmentalize that aspect of my life and leave it in one place for now. However, with Summer being in the city the two are beginning to bleed into one, I knew exposing myself to her so soon in the alley could have been a mistake, raising more questions for her, but it helped with my understanding of what we are all up against.
Michael was someone I considered a friend and mentor, his death was a fucking knife in the heart to us all, and I will do everything I can to find out who did this and make them suffer.
I’ve taken charge for now. While not everyone is happy with that, I don’t give a fuck. I’ll handle this in my own way and how I see fit. With news of Summer’s former fiancé arriving in the city, he’s now in my den. While his little stunt with the paid thug may give him the idea of having the upper hand, he has no idea what I have in store for him when the time comes. I found out the man’s name was Jack, but I couldn’t get a last name. By then, the shock had begun to take over, but he claimed he didn’t know who hired him. It’s hardly a coincidence that Harry is now here, though.
Deceit and lies are at every corner of what we do, and trust is not something that comes for free and must be earned for all those involved. The rules are very simple, don’t draw attention to yourself, be wise, and of course, be fucking good at what you do, or else you could end up dead. Ridding the world of scum gives me an odd satisfaction. Killing someone who is bad anyway, who’s going to miss then? No one.
As the lights of the city near, I take a different route. Summer has been given the keys to Michael’s apartment after the police no longer consider it a crime scene. We knew nothing would be found there. Anything considered evidence was moved weeks ago once he began to consider there was a chance someone was watching him. Anger churns in my gut that we allowed him to carry on as normal, but he was a fucking stubborn son of a bitch at the best of times. He wouldn’t listen, nor would he take our advice.
His lack of care for his own well-being causes my grip to tighten on the steering wheel. Whilst I know we are all clever and abide by our rules, it doesn’t make us infallible, there’s always a fucking risk, and when you’re dealing with violent criminals, there’s no limit they won’t go to for revenge.
Pressing the key fob, the large shutter doors open to reveal an underground car park. Slowly driving in and parking up, I spot the service elevator to the penthouse. While Summer is safe in her father’s apartment, she wouldn’t be aware that I installed the security system there and I feel it’s only right she’s punished for her recent behavior. She was offered help to stop Harry by the police, yet for some reason, she refused, and now he’s roaming my city a free man, well for now anyway.
Unlocking the trunk and pulling out a black duffle bag. I study the desolate parking area before heading to the service elevator. Turning my key, I slide on the mask as it ascends. Not to my surprise, the code for the main door remains unchanged. Rolling my eyes, I slowly enter the darkness.
Taking a few steps inside, the familiar surroundings pull at my dark heart a little. But the sound of the running water and the steam seeping from the bathroom instantly replaces that with want and wicked desire to see what’s on the other side.
Gently pushing the door open, I stand for a moment yet again, allowing my eyes to roam Summer’s naked, wet body. The water gathering on her back and then sliding over her round ass before hitting the tray sends the blood rushing to my cock. Taking a couple steps forward, I stand at the steamy screen, her arms raised above her head as she rinses the suds from her hair and exposes those bouncy tits. Still unaware of the show I’m enjoying, I watch with joy as she stops for a moment, and her eyes wander to the screen. Turning to face me, a gasp escapes her lips, my joy is replaced with anger as those bruises are once again revealed.
Instantly shoving the shower screen away, my hand bangs against the tap, turning the water off. Stepping into the shower, she backs up to the tiles, her back hitting them after a couple of steps. As the droplets continue to hit the floor, her eyes are once again filled with wonder as her nipples harden and my body presses to hers. Towering over her, I lean in.
“Oh Summer, tsk tsk tsk. You haven’t been telling the truth, have you?”