I hadn’t harmed the cat, nor would I. There was no need, not when I had just discovered something that would hurt her even more.
Alexa, play‘Drive you Insane,’ by Daniel Di Angelo
“I always tell the truth, even when I lie.”
—TONY MONTANA, SCARFACE
Sleep eluded me. Chaos cuddled me for an hour, then left. For a long time, I just lay there. I couldn’t wrap my mind around what had just happened. My demon stalker just wrung the most powerful orgasm I’ve ever had out of me. Was I insane? Had that been real?
By the time I needed to get up for work, I had convinced myself it had been a nightmare. I tried to ignore the dull ache between my thighs where Death had stretched me open and fucked me with his fingers until I came.
Hoping the hot water would wash away the horrific events of the night before, I crawled into the shower. I was losing it. It had to be a hallucination.
Yeah, just like it was a hallucination every other time you’ve seen him.That mean little voice was back, and I buried my face in my hands as the water beat down on me. I did my best to pull myself together. Sliding on a pair of jeans and a burnt orange knit turtleneck sweater, I tugged my hair into a high pony. As a final touch, I dabbed concealer over the bags under my eyes and forced myself to suck it up.
There was nothing I could do about it. There was no one I could go to. If Death wanted to appear in my room and have his way with me, I already knewthere was literally nowhere I could escape to. I had been trying to run from him my whole life and had never been successful. I just wish I knew why he was doing this to me now. This was so much worse than before when all he had done was kill people and stalk me.
Now, he was killing people, stalking me,andassaulting me. I was royally fucked.
To make matters worse, Reaver was late. I made it to Voodoo at ten am, despite the traumatic-ass shit I had just been forced to endure, and on zero sleep. I buzzed the bell for staff entry in the back and said hi to the prep team as I made my way through the kitchen to the front of the house.
Of course Reaver hadn’t arrived yet. I set up one of the booths with worksheets and quizzes on the cocktail and dinner menus and filled an empty vodka bottle with water for free pour practice.
Then, I waited.
And waited.
And waited.
After an hour with still no sign of Reaver, I padded down into the office and found Rafael working away on next week’s schedule.
“Reaver didn’t show,” I said, my voice flat.
Rafael didn’t even look up from his work. “Did you text him?”
“I don’t have his number.”
Rafael sighed and reached for the staff contact list, handing it to me. I bit my tongue. I wasn’t sure why it wasmyfucking job to babysit this asshole. He was a grown-ass man. He should be able to stay on top of his own shit.
Regardless, I snatched up the list and added his number to my phone.
Lilith:
Where are you? You were supposed to be here an hour ago.
-Lilith
His response was almost immediate.
Reaver:
How did you get this number?
I frowned. That was a stupid fucking question.
Lilith:
Where do you think? Rafael.
