Captivated - Jordan Silver Page 0,13

gut is going the fuck off.

I can’t get into trouble right now; that’s why I’ve let things go as far as they have. I’m waiting for the FTC fucks to sign on the bottom line, the last hurdle in my step towards legitimacy, and that shit has been dragging on.

Only because I’m trying to do shit the right way, had I greased a few palms it would’ve been squared away already, but that would be defeating the purpose, thieving fucks. But if I got heat from the asshole FEDs right now, that would sideswipe my efforts.

I know for a fact though that if I open this shit and see anything off, I’ll fuck it all out the window for her; a girl I just met. Fuck, virgin pussy should come with a warning. I hadn’t gone after him for what I suspect he did to my sister all those years ago, but for Michele, I’m willing to break his fucking neck. Love, what a racket.

I pulled the bag open and looked inside, expecting to see some off-color shit, but all that was in there was a book, looked like a journal or a diary and…clothes? That’s odd. Why is she hiding clothes? It was only one outfit, a long-sleeved tee-shirt and a pair of jeans.

Nothing risqué that she would need to hide from the demented nuns that teach in those places, and I should know because I’ve been to catholic school. I took out the book and turned it over in my hand. There was a lock on it, which only raised my suspicions more.

I spent ten minutes trying to open the shit with no luck until Dray held out his hand. “Let me have a crack at it.” I passed it to him reluctantly. “You know her birthday?” Of course, I did, because I’ve turned into a sap.

I gave it to him. “Wouldn’t that be a bit too obvious? What would be the point?” He ignored me and fiddled around with it, and the shit opened. “How’d you do that, it’s the first thing I tried.”

“My little sister had one of those things; she just turned around the numbers in her birthday, mixed them up a little.”

“You read your sister’s diary?”

“Yes!” This fuck!

He passed the book back to me, and I opened it and flipped through to the last few entries. “The fuck is this?” Is my baby dyslexic? I couldn’t make sense of what the fuck I was looking at.

“Let me see!” He held his hand out, and I passed it back to him. He read two lines and sat up straight in his chair. “Damien, pen and paper.” It was the tone in his voice that set me off.

“What is it?”

“Caesar cipher.”

“What” Why the hell would an eighteen-year-old girl need that shit?”

“I don’t know, but we’re about to find out.” We spent the better part of the morning into the afternoon decoding that shit. It was meticulous work, and I still didn’t know what the hell she was trying to hide by the time it was time to go get her.

I’d missed lunch without noticing, and nothing had been done as far as business goes, but at least we’d made some headway in deciphering what she’d written. All that was left was to put it all together. “Let’s put the bag back just in case; we can always get again later.”

We left to go get her and barely made it back in time for him to put the bag back before she came walking out the gate with the rest of the horde. The smile on her face when she saw me helped unravel some of the knots in my gut, but not all. I have a very bad feeling about what she’d written in that diary.

“Hi baby, had a good day?” I took the backpack off her shoulder and let her into the car before walking around to my side. “It was fine. I’m almost done with high school, just four more days.” She didn’t sound too excited, but I didn’t push. I had the notes we’d taken from the diary in the trunk waiting to go over them tonight after I take her home.

I held her hand in mine for the short drive to my place and walked her into the elevator. The door was barely closed behind us before I had her pressed up against the wall with my tongue in her mouth and my hands on her ass.

I’d almost forgotten how good she