My phone rings on the desk, the vibration the only sound in the room. Picking it up, I glance at the screen to the unknown number staring back at me. Usually, I don’t answer calls like this, they’re all screened, but I’m anxious to know if the bastard who was watching Lucy has noticed I hacked into his systems.
“Yes?”
“I need your services,” a deep voice comes from the other end of the line. “It has to be done within the next week.”
A grin curls my lips. “We don’t run on client’s time. Our jobs are completed on our time.” Whoever this is, doesn’t realize we’re not slaves, and we’re not cheap guns for hire who can be ordered around.
We run the jobs.
Not them.
“Fine.” He sounds frustrated, but I don’t give a shit. “Then, I need your help with a time sensitive job.”
“It’s not a problem,” I tell him easily. “You’ll email information through to me and we will get on it as soon as we can. The deposit is paid within an hour of your details being received, and the rest of the payment is due once we locate the person it is you’re looking for.”
“And you’re able to do anything I want?” The way he questions, the way he voices the word anything sets me on edge. My hackles rise at the thought of what this fucker wants from us.
“As long as you’re willing to pay the price,” I tell him easily, but he must know we have rules. There is a list of items which would hinder our services moot. Even if he’s paid, if we deem it morally wrong, we don’t complete a job. It makes me chuckle under my breath when I think about how morally wrong kidnapping a pretty blonde girl is. Yet, here we are, poised to steal Lucy and bring her into our den.
“I have more money than God,” the man on the phone tells me. “I can pay anything you want,” he says confidently.
The corner of my mouth tilts with satisfaction. If he were to request something we won’t do, he’ll be the one to pay with something far more expensive than his life. It will be his heart on a fucking platter.
“You’ll receive a text message at the number you’re calling from. An email address will be sent to you in the next few minutes. We need all the information of the job in question, once you’ve sent it through, the banking details will be confirmed.”
“What do you—”
“I’m the professional in this equation, Mr. Simmonds,” I interrupt him with a smile on my face. “Don’t underestimate our reach, or our power,” I inform him coolly. It only took me a few minutes to trace the number, location, and name of the man on the other end of the line. “Because I can dig through records to find out everything about you. Now, I trust all is in order.”
“Y-y-yes,” he stutters before I hang up and send the text message. I don’t doubt he’ll be corresponding with us soon about whatever it is he needs. With a quick look at his social media accounts, I can already deduce we won’t like him. A family man with a fake smile and lies in his gaze.
I don’t want to think about what it is he needs from us. Another beep alerts me, telling me there’s movement. I’ve been ignoring the map while on the call. Hawk is in place. The small green dot confirms our little doll is heading out to parking lot which doesn’t make sense. She’s in public, which is the only thing keeping him from stealing her.
I wonder if she can feel the end is coming. If she can sense our presence. While I think about her nighttime chats with a stranger on the internet, I can’t help my dick getting hard. When I first found her, I thought she was like any other straight A student. But she’s got a darkness residing inside her. Perhaps her father’s influence isn’t too far behind.
Goldilocks logs into her computer every night at nine. While she’s alone, she chats to strangers, getting her pretty pussy off to the filthy things men tell her. I can’t deny I’ve jerked off to her countless times.
Crow walked in on me the first time and he gave me an earful, but when I showed him her preferences, he realized she may not be the pristine little doll we thought she was. No, this girl likes it rough. She enjoys humiliation and degradation.
I’ve looked into her past, and I am certain it comes from the trauma she suffered as a young girl. Watching your father kill innocent kids must have fucked with her mind. Hawk reckons it’s her escape, but I think there’s something more to it.
I have a feeling she enjoys the darkness, but she’s too afraid to play in it for real.