Chapter 27
Harlow
Fucking bullshit ifyou ask me. When Evie called, I rushed right over, unable to enjoy any walk on the beach I was planning on having. This is me we are talking about; I can't just sit back and do nothing. I called Miller after Evie showed me the most recent news report. He told me that the girl went missing the night before I took ownership of the Rack Shack.
I was one day too fucking late! And it cost me another girl. Not one of mine, no, but that doesn't mean that the young lady’s life isn't just as important.
I asked Miller if anyone else has been reported missing, and he said no. That this girl was the last one for now.
Ever since the moment I took over the club, no more girls have gone missing, which is too much of a coincidence if you ask me. It’s been a few months, with ten girls missing in total, which means that one girl has gone missing almost every week.
I need to stop beating myself up because if that's the case, I’ve saved at least two girls and possibly hundreds more.
After finding nothing useful on the club security cameras, I take off. Dean is waiting for me at his office, and a part of me is anxious to get back to him.
Maybe he can take that walk with me, and we can finish the night with a nice ending. Surprisingly, I was having a really good time.
I mean, yes, I was being all touchy-feely with Dean, but that was just for my enjoyment. It’s fun to mess with him. I don't know who he was trying to fool, but I know when he went to the washroom to spank the monkey. I felt powerful to have that effect on him.
For a while, I thought he was some alpha asshole. He never talks much and always has a resting bitch face on, but tonight he just did what I asked with little to no complaints. Unlike his meathead of a cousin, Axel.
After spending time with him tonight, as well as seeing how he’s acted with the guys and Rosie whenever I am at their place, I’m coming to realize there is a whole lot more to Dean Beckett than what meets the eye; he just hides it well.
Turns out he's not all that bad of a guy. A little too much of a robot personality, but I can loosen him up. No one can resist my charm and award-winning smile for long.
Life’s too short to hold on to hate. Well, hate on people who don’t deserve it. I’ve allowed what Dean did to hold too much power over me, and I didn’t even know until I started to slowly change my opinion of him.
In the end, yes, I ended up in a horrendous life, but there was no way he could have known that. He thought the fucker they hired to bring me money did his job, and that I was living a decent life somewhere. So, should I hold this against him for the rest of his life? Can I? No, I don't forgive him. But I'm done hating him when there are plenty of other people who deserve my hate.Plus, he’s not being a butt munch, so brownie points for him.
When I get to his building, I head to the elevator, punch in the code, and press 10 to get to his floor. I can't help but hold my breath the whole ride up.
I hate elevators.
Every time I'm in one, the image of Triver right before the doors closed flashes through my mind, and I can hear the faint sounds of gunshots from when I shot and killed him, letting the fire rid his body from this world.
When I get to the floor, the elevator door dings, and I shake my head, bringing myself back to reality.
I’ve never been to their office before, so I don't know what room is his, but considering he's the only one on this floor, it should be whatever one has the lights on.
I walk down the hall, looking around to find the right one, when I hear noises coming from down the hall. As I get closer, my ears are met with moans and choking.
What the fuck is going on?!
Fury fills my veins at what I'm about to walk in on.
When I get to the door with the lights, I crack it open to see Dean standing in the middle of his office, his face contorted in pain and pleasure as some bitch on her knees gags on his cock.
My hand wraps around the handle of my gun. I'm ready to fucking murder them both. How dare he disobey me?! How dare he go behind my back. Has he been doing this the whole time right under my nose?
Just as I flick the safety off, ready to put a bullet in someone's brain, Dean lets out a groan as he cums down the chick’s throat. Moaningmyname.
I'm stunned momentarily.
Why the hell is he thinking of me while this chick's lips are wrapped around his cock? I thought he hated me. I mean, sure, I'm hot enough for spank bank material, but I didn't know he would go as far as think of me while doing shit like this with another woman.
“Bravo. What a show,” I say, kicking in the door, aiming the gun in their direction, unsure who I wanna shoot first.
Dean's eyes snap open. With wide eyes, he gawks at me, frozen in place with a look of pure fear and shame.