lips turn from disgust to humor as he lets out almost a cackling laugh.
“They’re incapacitated for the moment. I should have ended them, but I decided not to. Especially the woman. She’ll do perfectly.”
“No,” I cry. “Take me, leave her here.”
He laughs. “As if you have a choice in coming, either of you. Leighton Richardson, you are in no position to bargain with me over anything.”
“How? How did you survive?” I ask again.
I know that he’ll take me with him, that I won’t have a choice. I could attempt to fight him right now, but he isn’t going to allow that. He will overpower me one way or another and the longer I keep him here, keep him talking, the better chance I have for one of the others to come and hopefully help me, Taz, and Trista.
“They tried to force me to put the gun in my mouth and shoot myself. When I fought with them, they shot me in the chest, but they also shot a few of the men I was with. When the cleanup crew came, I had crawled to my filing cabinet and grabbed a handful of cash, paying one of them off to call my doctor. You don’t realize how much money does talk, do you, Leighton?”
“You’re disgusting,” I hiss. “I hate you.”
He laughs, his cruel voice ringing throughout the room. “You have no idea how disgusting I can be and how little I care how you feel about me.”
“Just, before we go, tell me why,” I softly demand.
He tilts his head to the side, his eyes searching mine. “Why?”
“Why have you done this, the girls, me? How could you do these things?”
His eyes glaze over as if thinking about all those beautiful girls that have been in and out of his home. How many men had been in and out of my bedroom. How many countless people’s lives were destroyed by his actions, by his perversions.
“Why not? Do you think that these desires go away without supply? Do you think that supply will ever dry up? Do you truly think that the world will be harmonious and nobody will ever feel pain?”
“But children? Your own child?”
He chuckles, it’s cold and distant. Then I realize that is who he is, that is who he has always been—cold and distant. Nothing more, nothing less. And right now, I’m about to go back into the hands of the Devil himself, for the second time in my life. Except this time, I have my unborn child and my new life to protect.
MOUNTAIN
“What’s going on with you and Avah?” I ask on a whisper as I watch the man down in the valley look around before he slips into the seemingly deserted building.
Most people would think that it’s just some shack, nothing special, nothing out of the ordinary. But if you walk inside, toward the back, there is a hidden staircase in the corner, just wide enough for a man to walk down.
The basement is where all the action happens. Where all the drugs are made and packaged. Where this fucker is going and where he probably won’t ever walk out of alive again. I am not fucking around with him, or his cunt of a sister.
“Nothing,” Hawk grunts.
“Didn’t look like nothing when we walked in this morning and she was blowin’ you,” Dutch announces.
I can’t help but laugh. He’s right though. I thought that this whole thing would be a ride in, take care of this fuck and we’re done. We’ve been here for a few days. Apparently, he doesn’t work every day and I didn’t have his home address, which is something I will rectify with my next supplier.
“Shut the fuck up,” Hawk grumbles.
“Pretty little thing, a little too plastic for me, but I can definitely see the attraction,” Dutch proclaims.
There’s a moment of silence and I think about ending this conversation, but it’s actually funny as fuck, so I don’t bother. We’ll have to end it soon to go inside, but we’re letting him get comfortable before we do what we came here to do—which is end him.
Hawk snorts. “Just ask Mountain about being into the high maintenance bitches,” he chuckles.
Dutch goes quiet, glancing over to him, I watch as redness climbs up his neck at the mention of me and other women, or maybe it’s just the thought of me and Leighton that makes him look like he’s about to rage the fuck out on us.
“You’re going to need to expand on that,” Dutch