her own, smearing her bright red lipstick roughly across his lips and darting her small, pink tongue into his mouth. Obviously, Claire Bishop knew what the deal was here, and so did Nicholas. Cash, ass or grass – nobody rides for free.
Nicholas cringed against the foul taste of marijuana smoke on the girl’s breath as she pressed her body tightly against his; her baby-fat breasts leaving an impression he knew he’d still be able to feel an hour later. An impression he knew he’d still be able to feel a lifetime later.
After several interminable moments of the disgusting lip-lock, Nicholas finally broke the kiss and stared down hard into the girl’s half-lidded blue eyes; searching them with his own. ‘You want this, baby?’ he breathed.
The girl groaned and ground her hips even harder into his pelvis. ‘Oh, yes, daddy. I want it so bad. Give it to me.’
Nicholas smiled and tightened his grip around the little slut’s slender waist, inhaling deeply through his nostrils and enjoying the way her cheap perfume tickled the tiny hairs lining his nose. Twisting his lips into a smirk, he said, ‘Are you absolutely sure you want this? I don’t want you crying rape on me later on. I could do some real serious time for that kind of shit.’
Claire narrowed her big blue eyes and shook her head. ‘Never, daddy. I’d never do anything like that. Just give it to me. Please.’
So Nicholas did.
Claire Bishop never even felt the syringe loaded with Rufinol slide into her carotid artery. Ten seconds later, the date-rape drug caused her to go as limp as a rag doll in his arms. Then again, you couldn’t rape the willing, now could you?
Easing the girl’s body down to the ground, Nicholas rested her head beneath an old gray Army blanket from his father’s days in the military before making his way over to the front window to make sure that the blinds were closed, smiling broadly as he went. Once again, it seemed, the time had come for some real fun inside the butcher’s shop, and he didn’t want an audience for this. Private moments like this one called for private settings, and he couldn’t think of a location any more private than this. The location that had raised him since birth. The location that had shaped him into the full-grown man he was about to become…
A man with a face that only a mother could truly love – not that Claire Bishop – stupid clueless whore she’d clearly proven herself to be by coming here alone with him today – wouldn’t be giving it her very best shot in the next ten minutes or so.
CHAPTER 3
Dana awoke four hours later to the sound of the pilot’s deep voice coming over the intercom.
Letting out a soft yawn, she stretched her arms high overhead in an attempt to relieve some of the stiffness that had settled in during her long nap, at the same time trying her best to avoid elbowing the elderly scarf-knitter seated to her right square in the mouth. Not the sort of favour you wanted to pay forward, after all. Thankfully, mission accomplished.
Dana put her hands back down into her lap and yawned again, even more deeply this time. Blissfully, she’d managed to fall asleep somewhere over Nevada, which had made the long plane ride back home a bit more bearable – not that dreaming about the night your parents had been brutally murdered in cold blood right in front of your shocked and disbelieving four-year-old eyes could ever be considered restful.
Dana shook the remaining cobwebs from the attic of her brain and tried to concentrate on the pilot’s words as they crackled over the intercom. Even though the man was speaking in the same monotonous tone all pilots used, the words he was saying didn’t sound normal to her at all.
‘… and since we’re experiencing a minor technical problem with the landing gear at the moment we’ll be bypassing Hopkins International and touching down at Burke Lakefront Airport instead. As the holding pattern over Hopkins is already full anyway, this will give us just a little more time to iron out the kinks. Nothing to worry about, folks, I assure you, but I wanted to keep you in the loop. More in a bit.’
Dana sat up straighter in her seat and looked around the cabin at her fellow passengers. Like most Americans, anything out of the norm on a plane immediately slammed her mind back to