If I were a woman, where the fuck would I hide something?
I try the dresser first, pulling open one drawer after the other, but there are barely any items in there at all. It’s sparse, the very essential items, like two pairs of panties, three pairs of socks. One camisole.
Aren’t women obsessed with clothes? The club whores are, at least.
The room is compact, to say the least. I mean, the whole goddamn apartment is small, and while that should make it easier to search, it’s surprisingly difficult.
I head into the bathroom and throw open the cabinet beneath the sink.
One lone bottle of peach lotion sits on the top shelf, and I flick the cap to bring it to my nose, breathing in her scent.
Then I pull my phone from my cut and take a photo of the brand. I’ll be needing that fucker as lube.
As I glance around the bathroom, something occurs to me.
It’s clean, really fucking clean. Come to think of it; the entire apartment is immaculate. No wonder we didn’t realize a kid lived here; there are no toys here at all. Not a damn thing, unless they’re all in his bedroom.
The singular towel is folded neatly and sits on a rail alongside a bathmat. Each of them appears to be the same length on the rail, as if placed this way purposely.
Does she have some kind of OCD?
That’s another question added to my ever-growing list, and I’m not a damn bit closer to getting answers to any of them.
One thing’s for sure, when I’ve finally had enough of her silent bullshit, it’ll be her hating me.
KILLA
Church is bustling while we wait for Savage to arrive, but I’m feeling tetchy. It’s been three days since I allowed myself to slip into Cassidy’s bedroom while she slept.
The girl has nightmares, judging by the way she cried out and thrashed about in the sheets. I struggled not to go to her and shake her awake and demand to know the cause of them, but I remained transfixed on her, grinding my teeth to the point of pain while I watched her suffer. The thought of letting her endure the torture I endure every night when I imagine the horrors my sister might have encountered felt like a sick sense of justice.
I might not be getting the answers I wantfrom her, but I can witness her wrestle with her conscience in her sleep.
Does she see him there too? With the deranged smile and gleaming white teeth that filled the news channels as if he owned them.
Fury flows through my veins, and my temple tics. Slowly, I exhale, trying to regain the control I’m losing, and what pisses me off the most is the fact I crave to use Cassidy and her delectable body to help satiate the need for retribution.
Coming inside her was reckless, but there’s no way in hell, now that I’ve felt her bare, I would go back to using condoms, not with her anyway.
A small voice inside me tells me I need to organize her birth control, but a stronger, more willful part of me likes the idea of controlling her to the point she’d have no choice but to bear my kid and be a part of my life. I’d always have access to her, always be able to possess her body while she remained on the very edge of my life.
“You good?” Warrior asks, drawing my attention to him, and he scans me up and down.
I know my best friend is looking out for me, but it’s like he’s become my personal watchdog, almost like he’s calculating my every move and analyzing it.
“You need to get laid.” He smirks.
Damn fucking right I do. Again.
“He’s getting some from the hottie; we have Abs watching,” Slash chimes in.
The fact that he referred to Cassidy as a hottie has my blood pumping with fury. “You need to mind your fuckin’ business,” I fire back.
“So, you’re really fucking the enemy now?” Hunter grins broadly. “Did she give you any answers yet? Youshould bring her in, and we can all have a go at your interrogation tactics.” His eyebrows dance, and I have an out-of-body experience that sees me flying over the table between us and wrapping my hand around his thick throat.
Warrior slaps the back of his head, causing the guys to break out into chuckles. “Maybe if you did your fuckin’ job, he wouldn’t need to fuck answers out of her.”
“Such a hardship,” Hunter says while rolling his eyes and rubbing his head.
