You’re supposed to be scary…don’t make this weird, don’t make this weird, don’t make this weird…ah, fuck it.
I faced Bridge, glad that she was stunned enough not to answer it when I came into view, and jutted a leg out, shaking myass to the music. Her expression went from pissed and slightly terrified…to utterly confused.
“What is yourfuckingproblem?!”
I had a demon-like smile under this mask, and it only got wider when I slid my gloved hands down my midsection, moving my body to remind her a little bit of what she’s missing when she’s out doing this stupidshitinstead of letting me test her religion in our bed. I held my crotch with one hand and gestured with my other for her to take her phone call. She didn’t. So, I left her standing there and took off back towards the body she left in the car.
I really…like this game.
CHAPTER 5
The Princess
This asshole.
I’m a heady mix of infuriated, confused…and intrigued. I won’t lie and say he didn’t spook me. Maybe that’s why I’m not too keen on killing the bastard. It’s part of the appeal, because I’m not scared of anything…and this maddening stranger checks a box that no one else has managed to.
And I’ve been through a lot…of checked boxes.
I glanced down to see Simon’s name on my screen and thought about answering it…but he’s here. And he’s listening to every word I fucking say. I can’t risk it. Not unless I actually do kill this son of a bitch. He’s dancing to my ringtone with the expertise of a seasoned male stripper…and I’m ashamed to say…it’s turning me the fuck on.
“What is yourfuckingproblem?!”
He just made it worse. I watched his hips rock back and forth and pressed my thighs together when he grabbed his dick. I sure hope for his sake that he’s packing something massive in those jeans, for the show he’s trying to put on out here. It would be a damn shame. He flicked his other hand towards my phone and I raised my chin, silencing it until we were back in the dark—then the little fucker took off. I don’t think his intention is to kill me out here. It might be worse than that, but it told me one thing I know without a shadow of a doubt…that…is his problem.
He has no idea who he’s fucking with.
I started trudging back the way I came, huffing in frustration and already blatant disregard for my fitness…and my phone went off again.
“He’s out here. I can’t talk,” I wheezed, swatting away a low-hanging branch.
“Woods?”
“Yeah. The fucker left me a shovel and some rope. I’m starting to think he’sourkinda psycho.” I looked around, seeing and hearing him nowhere.
“Trust nothing. Dig own grave.”
Fuck, I didn’t even think about that. Wouldn’t that be some shit?
“I’ll be careful. I’m gonna hide her out here and then I need to go back and grab that bag with the safety deposit stuff—”
“Not here.”
“What?” I stopped in my tracks, and I could see the car through a brush of trees.
“Not bring box. Risk. Man want you. Come for both. Find other place.”
“Where the hell am I gonna stash it? In the fuckingwoods?”
“Decisions. Consequences. Learn.”
If I could get my hands around that short little fucker’s neck…but he’s right. If I keep using Simon as a safehouse, I’m gonna get us both pegged. I’m pissed off, but I guess I don’t call him Mr. Miyagi for nothing. I hung up on him and pocketed my phone while I bent down and grabbed the rope and stepped over to the car.
Why did he give me this?
On second thought…I guess it would be easier to drag her with. He watched me struggle last time for God only knows how long. I crept around the other side and opened the passenger side door, Lydia slunking halfway out and knocking her head on the dirt. I won’t be leaving my knife this time. I pulled it out of her chest and flicked it shut, sticking it back in my pocket. Before I could think about how to rig her up, I was shoved against theside of the car, and my arms were forced behind me while a rock-solid body pressed into my back. I almost squealed. One of his hands reached into my hair pulling it backwards while his masked chin dug into my shoulder.
“Where is it?”
