“You’ll be such a good dolly.”
I park my car, not even bothering to close my garage door, and rush inside. I make it to the bathroom just in time to fall in front of the toilet. I throw up all the alcohol I had tonight because that’s all that’s in my system.
KASHTON
I left her there to see what she would do afterward. To see where she would go.
She went home. I park my bike in my garage across the street. It’s late and no one is awake at this time of night. Not in a neighborhood like this. Then I walk over to her place. It’s easy, considering she left her garage door open.
I walk past her car and frown. She was in a hurry to get inside. Didn’t even close the car door. I bump it with my hip, shutting it, and then press the button on the wall to close the garage.
Stepping inside, I lock the door behind me to see I’m in a laundry room. I quietly look around the next door to see a hallway. The sound of her gagging has me hurrying my step.
Is some unlucky bastard fucking my girl’s face? If so, I’ll rip out his tongue and shove it down his throat. I’ve let her play around for too long. I’ve claimed her. She’s mine. There’s no going back now.
Storming into what I’m guessing is her bedroom, I hear a toilet flush, and I stop.
Then she’s gagging again followed by the sound of her vomiting.
She’s sick?She seemed fine earlier. Maybe she had too much to drink and I didn’t notice?
She flushes the toilet once more, and then the bathtub starts running. I quickly hide in a side room as she exits the primary suite at the end of the hall and walks to her kitchen. Slowly, I step out and make my way down the hall and to her bedroom before sliding into her bathroom. I slip into what I’m hoping is her closet, shut off the light, and close the door, leaving it cracked for me to look out with one eye. I’ve got to get cameras installed in her house ASAP.
Eve enters a few minutes later with a bottle of Jack Daniel’s. She checks the temperature of the water filling the bathtub first and then turns on the sink and splashes her face before brushing her teeth and rinsing with mouthwash. I watch her face in the mirror, and I don’t see any visible signs of being impaired.
She bows her head, her disheveled hair falling to shield her face from me, and takes in a deep breath. Picking up her phone, she taps on the screen a few times, and “Don’t Let Me Down” by The Chainsmokers and Daya begins to fill the large bathroom. She puts her hair up in a messy bun and slowly begins to undress.
She unbuttons and unzips her jeans, her hips softly swaying back and forth while she pushes them down her lean legs. She’s not wearing any underwear because I took them back at the motel.
Bruises dot her tan skin. Most appear fresh from tonight. Some from those two men and a few from me, I’m sure. The ones I made with my teeth two nights ago in the cathedral office are prominent. She places her cell and the bottle of Jack on the side of the bathtub before she sinks into it.
The music is interrupted by her phone ringing. She looks at it and her finger hovers over the Decline button. Sighing, she answers and puts the call on speaker, leaving the device sitting on the edge of the tub. “Yes?”
“What the fuck happened tonight?” a familiar voice barks, and every muscle in my body tenses while my pulse begins to race.
What the fuck?
“I’m good, thanks for asking.” She rolls her eyes, sliding farther into the bathtub, getting comfortable.
“Eve,” he growls, “you weren’t supposed to kill them both.”
I grip the closet door’s knob, wanting nothing more than to rush out there, take her phone, and demand to know what the fuck is going on.
“How was I supposed to have known he was bringing his brother? They were expecting a two-for-one special.” She closes her eyes. “You’re lucky I’m committed to my job.”
He gives a humorless laugh. “Fuck, Eve. This is not?—”
“So next time just let them rape me.” She nods to herself. “Got it.”
The man sighs heavily. “You know that’s not what I want.”
“One of them wanted to piss down my throat,” Eve adds, shivering. “No thanks.”
After a long second of silence on her end, he says, “You did good.”
She huffs before opening her eyes and taking a swig from the bottle of Jack. “Thanks.”
“What about the third guy?”
