She is a clear target for predators, I should know. I wouldn’t have picked up on it otherwise. The only difference is that this predator can make sure she stays safe. While the scumbags, like the one lying on my workbench right now, would try to harm her.
“You’re very grumpy in the morning, Katie. Have you not had your coffee yet?”
“I swear I’m—”
“What, Katie? What are you going to do, kill me?” She’d look stunning with a blade in her hand. I glance down to see that I’m not the only one who thinks so. I’m already at half-mast. The thought of her with a knife, covered in blood, sends a shiver down my spine. It’s a twisted desire; I know that. But I cannot deny that the image alone makes my balls tighten and my heart race. “What are you wearing right now?”
“Aiden!!”
“What? I can’t be the only one of us to go about the house in the nip right now, right?” I hear her gasp. Sticking her on speaker, I log into the cameras that are being installed in her house. I’ll also have a fob for her new house alarm later in the week, but she doesn’t know that yet. Six cameras in total. Oneon the landing, one at both the front and back entrances, one in the kitchen, one in the hallway, and one in the extension. I find her pacing in the kitchen in her pyjamas. “I’m a good six and a half inches at full mast, in case you’re wondering.”
She’s blushing; that’s adorable. “I’m hanging up now!”
“Wait!” I laugh, seeing her get all flustered. “I’ll be down in Tipperary this weekend, and I was wondering if you’d like to meet for a coffee in Roscrea or something?”
I have to check the phone to make sure the call is still connected when she doesn’t answer.
“Katie?” I look back at the camera and catch her looking at the calendar on the wall.
“Yeah, I’m still here.” She makes a few awkward noises before finally responding. “Um, I can’t do Saturday.”
“Work?”
“I’m meeting up with Cillian.”
Somehow, that statement makes me want to stab something. “I thought you said he wasn’t your boyfriend?”
“He’s just a friend.”
“Is he gay?” I try to reason with myself, hoping for a different answer.
“No, he’s not gay,” Katie snorts, and she leans against the white marble-effect counter top to flip the kettle on. She has a somewhat classic taste in home decor, from what I can see. Grey tiled floors, grey presses, and a white counter top with similar white marble tiles on the wall. An interesting take.
I growl, “He sounds like an arsehole,” and half-turn to the room where Billy-soon-to-be-no-bollocks is occupying space.
“Because he’s straight?” she counters.
“Yes. You said it yourself; all men are scum.” I spot theprick on the workbench, wiggling free from his binds. “Shit!”
“Everything ok?”
“Work call; hold on for two minutes?”
“Yeah ok.”
I put the call on hold, rushing at the idiot as he slides off the table. I never imagined I would be naked and engaged in a wrestling match with another man; it seems more to Robbie’s liking, but here I am.
“Get the fuck off me, you sick bastard!” He roars, trying for a kick that I dodge, pinning him down with all my strength.
“I’m going to ignore the fact that my balls are so close to your face right now,” I grumble, tightening my grip on his wrists. “But the only place you’re going is back to that table, and possibly into a pig’s stomach; I’ve yet to decide how to dispose of you.”
He makes one last desperate attempt to break free, but I maintain my hold, exerting even more pressure. “You can go back to the table willingly, or I’ll gut you right here.”
“Fuck you!”
“You’re not really my type.” I punch him in the throat to silence him. His eyes widen in pain and shock as he gasps for air, giving me enough time to reach back to the top of the workbench and grab my hunting knife.
I was going to drag this out, but I’m aware of Katie being on hold, priorities, and all that jazz.
