hell wouldn’t he have a choice? Everyone has a choice. Either storm into the pool house and wake me up or don’t. It’s as simple as that.
I let out a heavy sigh and decide that if I'm going to be stuck on a luxurious boat all day that I should make the best of it. Bad company aside, who knows when I could get an opportunity like this again.
I get up off the bed and turn around to start rifling through my bag. Just as I feel my bikini on my fingers, a hand curls around my neck. I suck in a gasp but within a moment, I’m thrown up against the hard wall with Jude bearing down on me.
“You think you can just get away with your bullshit and not be punished?” he roars, his breath smelling strongly of alcohol despite it only being eleven in the morning.
I suck in a breath as his hand tightens and begins restricting my oxygen. “You’re a piece of shit. Get off me.”
“You’re not going to get away with this,” he growls low getting right in my face so I can see the yellowing remains of the two black eyes Nic and the boys had happily given him earlier in the week. “You come into my world and start fucking shit up, well guess what? There are fucking consequences. You’re a fucking nobody. If you went missing, would anyone even notice? I could do whatever the fuck I wanted to you out here and even if you squealed to the cops, I’d get away with it because that’s just the way things are around here.”
I try to stay calm, the same way Nic had taught me when faced with this situation. Though, there are a few other things Nic taught me about defending myself against dickheads like this.
I may be a glutton for punishment, but I learn from my mistakes and around here, I’ll never go into any situation unprepared.
My hand curls around the cool metal at the back of my high waisted shorts. I tear the gun out and without hesitation, I hold it against his chin and get the biggest thrill out of the way his eyes bug out of his head and he becomes motionless.
His hand loosens on my throat and I lower my voice, mostly to sound somewhat intimidating but I’m pretty damn sure it’s got a little to do with the fact that if I was to speak up, my voice would shake. “I told you to get your fucking hands off me,” I remind him, pressing the gun harder against his chin.
Jude’s hands drop and he remains silent, knowing damn well that I have the power. “You’re wrong,” I tell him, pressing up into him and letting my breath rush across his skin. “I have more people than you can count who would miss me and I can assure you, every last one of them would come looking.” I tap my fingers against the bandage supporting his bad arm. “But I think you know that. Tell me, how many would come looking for you? How many of your boys would actually care?”
“What the fuck is going on in here?” Colton’s low demanding voice questions from the doorway.
“We were just having a little chat, weren’t we, Jude? Clearing the air and all that.”
I feel his hard swallow against the tip of the gun and grin wickedly. Maybe it’ll do me a little good if these guys knew just how fucked up I could get. Jude gives me a sharp nod and I wink before pulling back and watching as he all but races from the room. “Fucking bitch,” he spits before walking out leaving me with Colton, studying me closer than ever before.
“What did he want?”
“What does it matter to you?”
Colton steps into the room, seeming to not care about the gun sitting heavily in my hand, almost as though he knows I’d never use it on him. “It fucking matters.”
I watch him for a silent moment, both of us just staring and locked in each other’s glare until I finally give in. “The loser was just trying to swing his dick around. He was trying to intimidate me and was in the middle of telling me just how easy it would be to get rid of me.”
Colton lets out a heavy breath before nodding and stepping back. His eyes remain for a moment longer before he turns and stalks out of the room, leaving me gasping for