One problem at a time.
Josh bent his head and very softly kissed her. “We just need to give our statements; then we can go home.”
Tory slid her arms around his waist and leaned against him. “I can’t wait to get there.”
“Yeah,” he said. “Me either.”
Chapter Thirty-Two
Damon crumpled the legal documents in his fist. How dare she! That bitch! What was she trying to do—dig him for more money? He’d given her five hundred bucks to keep her mouth shut; now she wanted more. She was a lying, cheating whore just like the rest.
It had been over a year since Damon had seen Suzy Solomon, a hot little brunette who worked at the Peacock. Petite. Small tits. Nice ass, though. And she gave a great blow job.
He’d gone out with her for nearly three weeks before she’d shown her true colors, the night he’d seen her leaving the club with one of the bartenders. He’d been furious, but he’d forced himself under control.
The next night, he’d gone to her apartment and accused her, but Suzy had denied it. He’d slapped her around, lost his temper and punched her a couple of times. No big deal. Besides, she’d had it coming.
He looked down at the crumpled documents gripped in his hand. Suzy wanted to make trouble? He’d give her more than she could handle.
He considered his options and excitement kicked his pulse up a notch. His breathing grew faster, and arousal slipped through him.
He still had the car he’d rented using a fake driver’s license and credit cards Izzy had gotten him on the Internet. The vehicle was parked in the garage of an empty rental property he owned. He could drive Suzy up to the cabin, teach her a lesson, show her who was boss. Show her the consequences of going against him.
His groin pulsed as he imagined the pain he would inflict, the way he’d make her beg, the feel of his hands running over her smooth skin, sliding up around her throat. He thought of the power he’d feel as he squeezed the life from her body, and a rush of sexual heat tore through him, making his blood run hot.
He swore softly. It was a fantasy he couldn’t fulfill. When the bitch turned up missing, it would be too easy to make the connection.
Still, he couldn’t let her get away with it. He’d talk to her, explain what was going to happen if she didn’t drop the lawsuit. Give her a taste of what to expect.
His mouth watered in anticipation. He’d have to be careful, but he could make it work.
He tossed the papers on his desk, grabbed his sport coat off the back of the chair, and shrugged it on. He’d pay Suzy Solomon a visit, remind her exactly who she was dealing with. His hand tightened into a fist as he walked out of the office.
By the time he reached her apartment, he was in a dark fury. He had to control the rage burning through him or he would bring the law down on his head.
He started to slam his fist against the door, stepped back and took a deep breath, knocked softly instead. He was only a little surprised when Suzy saw him through the peephole and pulled the door open.
“Damon. I didn’t . . . didn’t expect to see you. You’ve been served with papers. You shouldn’t be here.”
“We need to talk, Suze. Straighten things out. I didn’t realize you were still angry about what happened. I’m really sorry, you know. Please let me in.”
“I probably shouldn’t.” But she opened the door wider and stepped back to allow him inside. “Last time you came over you hurt me.”
Damon walked into the apartment, which had even more of those stupid cactus plants she liked sitting on the floor. Otherwise it hadn’t changed. It was just as small and cluttered as he remembered.
“What did you want to say, Damon?”
“You got anything to drink? I could use a beer or something.”
She disappeared into the kitchen and came back with a Bud, handed it over.
“Thanks.” He cranked off the top and took a long swallow. “Why’d you file those papers, Suze? I told you I was sorry. I gave you money. You should have been satisfied.”
“You hit me, Damon. You slapped me. You shouldn’t have hurt me.”
“You cheated on me, baby. You needed to learn a lesson.” He set the beer down on the coffee table, walked closer. He could see the fear in those big blue eyes and just thinking about hitting her, slapping her, making her pretty mouth bleed made him hard.
“You should have learned your lesson the first time. Now I’ve got to show you what happens when you try to go against me.” Anticipation seared through him as he caught a handful of her thick brown hair to hold her in place and drew back to hit her.
