Half of me wants to come back tomorrow night and lace a few more items to keep her complacent, but I toss the idea aside quickly.
After having her awake and responsive, the idea has lost its luster.
“I’m here, poison,” I whisper in her ear, curling my fingers into the warmth of her stomach.
My cock fills with blood at the way she mewls, seeming to shift deeper into the mattress, drifting away with her stalker’s hand beneath hers that she’s covered it with.
Something strange flutters through my body, and I don’t know if I like it.
I pull my hand away slowly now that she’s resting deeply again.
Covering her with the blanket that had fallen in her rustling, I leave the bedroom, replacing the door to the exact position it had been in before I entered.
Bear lifts off the couch when I walk into the living room.
“Take care of our girl,” I tell him.
He huffs back, hopping off the couch and padding to the bedroom as if he understood me.
Maybe he’s not such an asshole after all.
“As I said,” I pinch the bridge of my nose, “it doesn’t make any sense.”
Joseph’s chuff on the other end is accompanied by clicking keys as he works his hands over them. “Maybe it’s like he said; he wants to do this by the book. After all, we work for a completely different agency than Lasko. We gotta dot our I’s and cross our T’s, you know?”
“Yeah. I get that. There’s just something fishy.”
“Well, he told you to do your due diligence, right?”
“Yeah…”
“Then do it. Don’t just fucking whack the Fed, investigate the shit. If you don’t want a dead agent on your hands, look into it. He all but permitted you to.”
“But did he give me permission so that I’d do the opposite and just kill the little shit, like I usually would?”
“I think you’re looking too far into this.”
“Maybe.”
“How’s it going with your lady friend?”
I huff a laugh. “Lady friend?”
“Well, I don’t know what you’re calling her. The girl you kidnapped. How’s that going?”
“Well, she’s back home because of your bullshit arrest.”
“Hey, I was carrying out my orders. Helms wanted to know if you felt the same thing he did about Lasko.”
Which I had.
Something’s off about the agent, but I don’t know what it is yet.
“I haven’t investigated in years, you know. I might be rusty.”
“You?” He scoffs. “I doubt it.”
A beat of silence rings through the other end, and even his fingers have stopped caressing his keyboard. “Maybe it’s for the best that she’s home.”
