My grin is almost feral as I continue to flood the entire apartment with the power of just a single flame.
I’m so high on the endorphins, I know I’ll need to smoke a joint later in order to come down. It just so happens I’m out of pot, and a certain Harris Kilmour is a dealer in Lakeview. I’mgoing to buy my dime bag, follow the dickhead home, and make some more money with the information I bring to Skylar.
It’s not my fault that Kilmour was a bad boy, and now has to be spanked in a way that’ll send him off to the afterlife. I’m simply providing a service.
What happens afterward is none of my business.
That’s not to say that I’m not careful about who I take on as clients. I don’t want to end up with my throat slit because I got in over my head. No amount of money is worth that.
By the time I’m done, I’m a little wet, but it works for me. My hair has that slicked back look, and since my clothing is all black, it’s barely noticeable that I’m a little damp.
Locking the apartment back up, I check my phone to figure out how fucked Koen’s apartment will be. I’m pretty sure that all his clothing will be unsalvageable, and the space a mess. The building will have to dry it out or suffer both damage and mold.
Sucks for them.
My hands are back in my pockets as I walk back to the service elevator to head down to work. Yes, I need an alibi for my work, and this is a pretty decent one. I haven’t been longer than thirty minutes, and if anyone asks me about where I was, I’ll allude to the fact that I had to take a dump.
People tend not to look too closely when you start talking about shit.
Chuckling under my breath as I get into the elevator, I send Skylar a text that his package has been delivered.
Me
Oh. I want to see you in action. It’s been years since I’ve seen you play. Can you score me tickets?
I’m gettingout of the elevator when a reply comes in, and I shake my head at his response.
Skylar
I can. Thanks for bringing in that important package. I’ll get you good seats.
My head bobsto music only I can hear as I walk, and then I pack away everything that makes me this badass investigator and pretend to be a dopey, hot silver fox who simply needs a gig that pays well.
I’m an alpha who wears many hats, and I enjoy them all.
CHAPTER EIGHT
KOEN
I’m not sure what to think about the last two weeks. When I woke up after going out with the team, I was surprised with a splitting headache. There was a note, pain pills, a glass of water, and sodium bicarbonate with a damn spoon beside it. I have no recollection of how I got home.
The first thing I felt was soul crushing panic. I even probed my asshole for any signs of forced entry, terrified that I had been raped. My mind was an absolute mess, but I took the medicine and even swallowed a spoonful of sodium bicarbonate. God, it felt as if I’ve done that exact thing before, yet I have no idea why.
So far, I’ve been able to put together that I was drugged the night of the bar, I just don’t remember anything else. No one else has mentioned it, but my doorman keeps asking me about my alphas and how nice they are. I’m too embarrassed to ask him who the hell he’s talking about. He also mysteriously had my keys, which was good because I was losing my damn mind because I couldn’t find them.
I’m so fucking confused. All I know is that my virtue is intact, and I’m being flirted with more than I ever have been in my entire life.
I also didn’t recognize the handwriting either, so I have no idea who the fuck helped me that night or who was in my apartment.
So instead of worrying about it, I’ve been throwing myself into the game like I usually do when I’m stressed out. I work harder, give my teammates my entire attention, even the alphas I’m not sure how I feel about. It’s my way of thanking the universe for being able bodied and doing what I loved.
Groaning as I drag myself through the underground parking garage, I hit the button for the elevator. There are days when I don’t mind parking in the ground level parking lot and chatting with the doorman, but today I’m too tired to talk to anyone.
I want to shower and climb into bed. I didn’t even bother to rinse off after practice, knowing that I’d probably fall asleep in there. Rhodes and Skylar are having a party at their new house tonight, and it’s all the team has been talking about. We’ve been working nonstop as we get further into the season.
Every game helps put us into a better position to play in the championships, and we’re playing for keeps. I can also admit that Rhodes and Skylar are incredible players, and the team is meshing better with them.
I still don’t love that they watch me as if I belong to them.
