I’m brought back to the fire idea.
It’s not the worst thing I’ve ever considered.
Groaning, Bunny sits up straight, stretching out before sliding to her knees and resting her head between the two front seats. “That’s alright.”
She looks at me from the floor with wide, fluttering lashes, trapping me in a gaze so blue, I must be drowning. Reaching out, I press the tips of my index and middle fingers beneath her chin. She hovers in the air, floating towards my lips when a staticky voice cuts through the tension.
“Reynolds, bring the car ‘round to the rear exit,” the walkie screeches, “He needs to slip out without being noticed by the vultures in the front.” Laughter, sarcastic and annoyed, filters through the feed. “They’d have a fucking field day with this one.”
Whoever was on the other end doesn’t wait for a response. As soon as he finished, the line went dead, leaving Bunny and me staring at each other in silence.
“Shit,” she whispers while I mutter, “It’s time.”
Dropping her face, I twist around in the seat, putting the car in gear. “Get on the floor or something. Don’t let anyone see you.” I don’t look back while I bring the car around the side of the building, but I hear panicked shuffling all across the seats. It stops seconds before the back door swings open.
“Here you go, sir.”
“I don’t want to go!”
The mayor puts up a weak fight, placing his hands on the roof of the car in an attempt to stop them from throwing him inside. The struggle doesn’t last very long. Within seconds, Mayor Williams’s back hits the seat, and I’m left sitting in the front—silent and anxious, wondering where Bunny hid herself.
While Williams sprawls against the leather, spewing drunken obscenities, the accompanying security guard ducks down. Alarm bells start ringing in my head the second his chin comes into view. Instantly, I grab ahold of the blade’s handle, ready to jab it straight through his nose to his brain if he makes the slightest move. But he never dips below his lips.
A heady gust of alcohol wafts into my breath when he says, “Take him back to the room.” The guard, whose tag reads Dylans, swaggers back toward the entrance, but stops and swings back to me for one final word. “But come back within the next few hours for Mrs. Williams. She’s not ready to leave yet. Old bitch.”
I can hardly understand his mumbled phrase, but I nod anyway, blood pounding in my ears. In the back, Mayor Williams chimes in, laugh sounding like booming thunder. “Old bitch!”
The backseat rocks with his vigor, his entire body shaking and convulsing against the leather. Glancing in the mirror, I once again wonder where the hell Bunny is, but then I see her, crawling like a fucking demon out of the trunk.
Eyes gaping, I shake my head.Wait! Wait!I want to scream, at least until we’re away from the gala and all the security. She catches my warning in the mirror, stare burning with hatred and impatience, but she listens. Bunny crawls back into the dark and sits still until the car rolls to a stop.
As quickly as I can, I pop the trunk, a green light for her to do whatever the fuck she wants now that we’re hidden.
“What’s going on?” Mayor Williams asks, but I don’t have shit to say to him. This isn’t my battle. This is all hers.
Come in, I mouth in the side mirror, jerking my head toward the door. Before Williams can question me again, Bunny’s inside, and the lock is reengaged.
Nowhere to run?—
“Nowhere to hide, huh, dog?”
The memory of Marone’s words continues to be an unwelcome presence inside my mind, but I shut him out, knowing his time is coming.
When I look back again, Bunny is no longer in the space beside him, but fully on his lap, her opening directly against his growing bulge. “Remember me?” she asks, a smile alive in her voice. “We spent a long night together.”
I want to reach back and rip her off him, cut that slick, wasted grin off his face when he responds, “Did we?”
Everything turns red when his hands come up, sticking to the sides of her curved ass. I’m out of my seat, knife already in hand, when I remember this one isn’t for me. Mayor Williams, as disgusting as he is, is Bunny’s to kill. He’s Bunny’s to maim. I really wish she’d get off his lap, seeing as his dick is straining toward her center, but I have to wait. I have to trust that she knows what she’s doing.
Taking a deep inhale, I force myself to calm down.
I’m here to support.
I’m here to help.
I’m here to be whatever she needs, and what she doesn’t need is me being a dick and taking this moment away.
I repeat it until my blood cools, and then I hear him call her baby, see his hand reach for her center with a sinister smile, and I know it then, no matter how hard I try, I won’t be able to stay in this seat much longer.
