“I want to know if you ended your problem. You need to. If she’s reported missing, she becomes a big fucking inconvenience.”
Bain rubbed his eyes. “I’m handling it.”
“You need to handle it soon. Cops will start looking, especially if her friend lets them know exactly where she was going last night, and there are a lot of dead bodies there. When she’s not there, they’re going to want to know where the fuck she is. Time’s ticking.”
He heard the key in the lock.
“I’ll handle it.” He hung up the phone before Boss could say anything more. The door opened, and the mark was alone, talking on his cell phone.
Everything went according to plan. The guy ended the call, dropped his suitcase off, and then headed toward the balcony, which was when Bain struck. The mark went over the edge, and Bain didn’t stay to watch as chaos ensued. Leaving the room, he kept on sucking his lollipop, heading toward the parking garage. He checked to make sure no one was around and opened up the trunk of his car. There she was, safe and sound, still dressed in his clothes. She was going to be so pissed, but he liked her fighting.
He didn’t like it when she’d given up last night and begged him to kill her. There was more fire in that sexy body, and he was determined to deal with it.
Climbing behind his wheel, he drove out of the parking lot and headed back home.
His cell phone went off, and he sighed.
“You shoved him off the balcony?” Boss asked. “You could have been seen.”
“I’m a fucking ghost. It was a textbook hit. Job done.”
“That’s why I hired you,” said Boss.
Bain hung up the cell, and drove home.
By the time he pulled into his garage, Scarlett was banging on the roof of the trunk, screaming.
Just thinking of her chest heaving as she yelled and fought him was enough to turn him on. His anger subsided as he opened the trunk.
“You fucking asshole. What the fuck did you give me?” she asked. She was so angry she was even cussing at him. Just hearing the word fuck from her voice had his dick getting harder.
“It was just a little sleeping pill. You’ve been out like a light. I needed to do this job, and I knew if I took you, you’d help the poor fucker that was due to die today.”
“You killed someone else?” she asked.
“I did.”
“What if he was a good person?”
“He specialized in getting pedophiles out of prison. He was a monster protecting monsters. I did a good deed today.”
She closed her eyes and sighed. “I can’t handle this right now. My mouth is so dry.” He took her hand, and she pushed him away. “I really don’t want you touching me right now. I can’t believe you drugged me.”
“For a good cause.”
“Is that what you do? Kill people who are bad?”
He paused. “You don’t want me to answer that. Not yet.”
“You’re right. I really don’t want to know any more right now. I feel like I’m going to throw up.”
He wrapped his arm around her back and held her close, loving the way she seemed to collapse against him. She needed some food, and as he entered his home and led her to the counter, he opened his fridge.
“Another sandwich?” she asked.
“Do you want takeout? There’s a Chinese place that has the most amazing wontons. I love them.” He showed her the paper menu he kept in the drawer.
“I’m confused. First I’m not allowed to eat, and now I get a choice? Why are you being nice to me?” she asked.