feels amazing.
After he leaves the house, setting the alarm on his way out, I pull my phone out of the pocket on my sweater. I cringe when I see there are a dozen texts from my boss, Mr. Lazinski, and even more phone calls. Several voice messages too. There are also a few texts from the only co-worker I’m friendly with, Licorice, AKA Mila. I don’t read any of the texts or listen to the messages. I can’t face them right now. Instead, I add Davis’s phone number to my contacts and leave the phone on the counter.
Chapter 6
Master Davis
When I arrive at Britney’s apartment, it takes me a moment before I’m willing to close the door. The place is a mess. Not the kind of mess from being a slob. It’s turned upside down.
I’m not the kind of guy who goes into very many situations without being armed, and I’m not sorry I brought my piece tonight. I pull the gun from the side holster and grip it in my hand.
I know it’s not necessary. Whoever’s been here is gone. I can’t be sure they aren’t watching the apartment and won’t return though. I shut and lock the door at my back and make my way through the tiny studio. Her dresser is upended. Nothing is inside it.
I know she didn’t make this mess. How serious is this situation? I’m starting to think it’s much worse than she believes.
I holster my gun and pull my cell from my pocket to shoot off a text to Blade before tucking it back into my jeans and squatting down to pick up some clothes. It’s going to be a challenge gathering her clothes in this mess, and I don’t have a lot of time. I want to get out of here fast and head for the Sky Lounge. I have some snooping to do.
I grab several shirts, noticing they are threadbare. Clean but well-worn. Her jeans are too. She doesn’t own much else. Baggy T-shirts and jeans must be her main wardrobe. There’s a pile of white panties and a few plain white bras next to the dresser. They must have all fallen out together.
I drop what I’m holding and stand. Seriously, I don’t want to take any of this. I want to order her new things and have them delivered. I shuffle over to the only room that’s separate from this main room. The bathroom. It’s surprisingly not as upturned. There’s a brush on the counter and a worn toothbrush in the holder. She won’t need either item. I’ve already put a brush and toothbrush in her bathroom.
I open the drawers and find nothing but costume jewelry and cheap, flashy makeup that she must use at work. There isn’t much. Considering what she wore to work last night, I assume she keeps most of her work-related clothes and makeup at the Lounge.
I draw in a deep breath and make my way to her bed. The sheets are threadbare too. The bed is unmade. Her pillow is thin. The only thing that stands out is a worn stuffed animal lying next to her pillow. I grab it. It’s a bunny that’s seen better days.
Something seems off, and after glancing around, I realize what it is. Nothing is pink. The woman picked out pink bedding and towels. She doesn’t even appear to care for pink. Why would she do that?
I move to the bedside table that doesn’t match the bed or the dresser and I’m surprised to find whoever intruded didn’t open the drawer. I pull it open and suck in a breath. Not sure why. I shouldn’t be surprised. She’s a grown woman. Single. Living alone. Of course, she has a vibrator.
I hesitate before grabbing it and adding it to my now pile of two items. The only two things I’ve decided she could possibly want or need. Shit.
The kitchen area is as messy as the rest of the place. Drawers open. Papers tossed around. I’m sharp. I know what those men were looking for. What I don’t know is if they found it or not. I’ll have to carefully question Britney in the morning.
I spend the next ten minutes grabbing her phone charger and then making a small pile of shoes and clothes. I grit my teeth the entire time. The only thing I’ve retrieved that can’t and shouldn’t be replaced is the stuffed bunny. The rest I’d rather burn and buy new.
But I can’t do that. She’d freak out if