Seeing her grin out of the corner of my eye is almost as amazing as hearing our other table resident chuckle.
“For instance, I could show you something boring like the motion to enforce that Garcia is currently reviewing for another client or something more fun like the last four generational based toks Garcia’s sister sent him,” I announce in spite of having no true intention on pulling it up.“She sends at least two every day.Typically, in the morning before her first patient or at lunch when avoiding going back in.”
He immediately cuts his glare over to me.“How do you know that?”
“You know how, my guy.”This time I do meet his gaze.“You’ve seen firsthand what I can do with an internet connection.”
“Most of that shit is highly illegal.”
“And?”
“Heavily invasive.”
“And?”
“And incredibly sexy.”
Redness tints my cheek; however, I realign my focus to where it needs to be.
Flirt later.
Fixate now.
We need to know who this motherfucker is.
“Texts are mostly to his brother’s wife – and so are his dick pics,” is quietly proclaimed, “with a few to his brother himself – mostly lying to him about his whereabouts – a couple friends – one who is desperate for a strip club buddy.”A few more quick clicks remove information, visually narrowing things down.“Call log itself is pretty scarce, but…if I check out hismessaging apps,” the newest round of clacking precedes me nodding, “I can see here that for the past three days he’s had steady contact with a guy named Ernie Hatosy.”
“Yeah?”Our waiter/bartender – who we first met when we came to this exact spot searching for Salay – looks up from where he’s reaching for her empty plate.
There’s practically no hesitation from our real-life mermaid to pick up the nearest fork, and even less when she drives it into the back of his hand.
It looks purely primal.
Instinctive.
Very sexy in a totally violent way.
“Fuckkkk!” barely has the opportunity to leave him thanks to her full force push kick to the balls.Garcia and I wince in tandem while she removes the utensil to relocate it into his now available collarbone territory.“Fu-”
“Just because I fuck you doesn’t mean you get tofuck me,” Salay viciously declares at the same time she twists her wrist.“Why are you trying to have me killed?”
“Whaaaattttt?!” he loudly cries out.
I bet the dude’s wishing the outdoor area we’re occupying was a bit more crowded the way it was earlier.
Not sure it would be to his benefit.
My gut is telling me she still would’ve stabbed him.
“Play stupid games,” she digs the metal object in deeper, summoning blood to collect near the tips, “win painful prizes.”
“Legally,” Garcia casually joins the conversation, “all my client is doing is executing her right to self-defense.”
“I didn’t attack her!She attacked me!”
“Hiring a hitman-”
“What hitman?!”
