Little did Matthew know, I was going to intercept him the night he arrived in Hawaii and make sure he never left Kahakai.
It wasdifficult to keep a handle on the rage building inside me as I watched Matthew Heinz finalize his deal with Trenton Pritchard—the buyer for his niece. But I did it by imagining what it would feel like to rid the world of another bastard.
Then, it was my time to shine. A few minutes after his guest left, I got up to go to the restroom and tripped, catching myself on Matthew’s table while simultaneously shoving my boobs in his face. “I’m so sorry. I’m not drunk,” I said, trying to sound like I was. “It’s my shoes.”
Matthew glanced at the sneakers I was wearing and grinned. “Well, since you’re not drunk, can I buy you a drink?”
“I’d like that.”
He gestured for me to sit while he got to his feet. “I’ll get us some drinks.”
“Vodka and cranberry, please.”
While he went to the bar, I used my phone to make sure my wig was still in place. I didn’t think he would recognize me from the birthday party, but I didn’t want to risk it. Since I fucked it up the first time, I did everything I could to preventanyissues. Unfortunately, I didn’t have a choice in the location and had to accommodate for returning to the same place as the incident.
Birdie was going to kick my ass if I didn’t get myself killed first. She told me to stay away from Kahakai and the Kings of Anarchy, but she didn’t know what I knew. If she did, she would’ve wanted to help or do it herself.
When Matthew returned to the table, he placed a glass in front of me. “I’m Matthew, by the way.”
“Thanks,” I said and reached for my drink. “Sarah.”
“So, Sarah, you must be local. You look exotic.”
Gross.
“No, I’m here for a family wedding,” I said and picked up my glass. “But I’m enjoying my one night of freedom before the festivities begin tomorrow.” I emptied the contents and winked at Matthew. “You need to catch up. I’ll be right back with round two.”
When I reached the bar, I ordered a cranberry and vodka for Matthew and a cranberry mocktail for me.
“Oh shoot,” I said when I returned to our table. “I ordered two of my drinks and none of yours. I’ll go back and get two for you.” Bumping the table when I turned, I knocked his phone onto the floor. While Matthew bent down to retrieve it, I quickly put the drinks down and poured a small vial of liquid Benadryl into the drink with alcohol.
He placed his phone on the table, waving his hand dismissively. “Don’t worry about it. A drink’s a drink.”
“Are you sure?” I asked. “I can go back and get something else.”
He picked up the glass and made a show of drinking most of the contents. “I’m sure.”
“Okay then.” I smiled and downed half of my drink.
“You’re gonna be fun.” His smarmy grin made me feel sick. “Are you staying at Charli’s Place?”
“Not yet.” I winked. “I was hoping I wouldn’t need to book a room tonight. I’m not feeling very tired anyway.”
“I see,” he said and finished his drink.
When he started to get up, I jumped up before he could. “Let me get this round too. To make up for last time.” I turned and almost ran to the bar before he could object, returning with a cranberry and sparkling water for me and a vodka tonic for him.
If I’d counted correctly, Matthew was on his sixth drink of the evening, but I was eager to move things along. “How about a shot?” I asked excitedly. “A lemon drop?”
“Sure,” he slurred. “Put it on my tab. You can suck it off my dick later.”
“Promises, promises,” I teased.
His blood was going to feel like the warm shower I wish I could take.
When I returned with the lemon drops, it was clear Matthew was fading. We clinked glasses and downed our shots. Well, he did. I spit mine into my almost empty glass as I was pretending to take a sip.
“I think I’m ready to get out of here,” I said pointedly.
