Page 32 of Watcher

“That just happened, Jessica. Damn!” I lean back against the wall. “And I fucking loved it!” I bury my face in my hands and rub away the craziness in my head. When I look up, I still look at the changed woman in the mirror. “What’s happening to you?”

“You okay in there?” Watcher asks.

I use the bathroom and climb into my panties and shorts, glancing in the mirror one last time. I open the door to find Jeremy still in the leather chair and Watcher standing at the whiteboard. Damn.

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Four names. I shot for men. “You want to explain this?”

“When Jeremy leaves,” Jessica says. She crosses her arms and purses her lips in a way that I know I shouldn’t push too much harder. I need to ease her into my way of doing things.

“I need to go,” Jeremy says.

I open the door but put my hand on his shoulder when he tries to leave. “I’ll be in touch.”

Jeremy nods. “Yes, sir. See ya, Jess.” He leaves, and I close the door.

“Wait.” Jessica goes to the whiteboard and, for a moment, looks as if she might erase the names. “What just happened in here? I can’t believe you made him stay and watch you fuck me.”

I shrug and let a little laugh escape. “I told you, I’m into some weird shit.”

“Seriously?”

“We’ll talk about it later,” I say, but she shakes her head. I’m not going to win this argument, and considering she’s not my old lady yet, there’s not much I can say about it. She was going to find out sooner or later. I point at the board. “These are the four men I shot.”

Jessica nods. “They are.”

“What are you planning?”

She crosses her arms and sticks out her chest and chin as if she’s about to give an inspirational speech to her team. “The girls and I are going to pay them a visit and get payback.” She points at the first name. “We’re heading to his house first. We’re going to follow him and see what’s up.”

I’m careful not to laugh. “I’d try to talk you out of doing such a stupid thing, but I know you won’t listen.”

“What would you do, Watcher? Sit on your hands and let them get away with it?”

“I shot them, Jess. I doubt they will do it again.”

“I need to make sure they don’t!”

I hold out my hands in surrender. “When are we leaving?”

“We aren’t. The girls and I are.” Damn, fucking her makes her extra stubborn.

I grab the marker and write 1-5 on the board.

“What’s that?”

“The number of years you can get for kidnapping. Some of those big bitches on the inside would love a shot at you.”

“I’ll be careful.”

I write 10-Life on the board.

“Ten years to life for murder,” she says. She loses the intensity in her face.

“If the DA thinks for even a minute that it was premeditated, he’ll go after the death penalty.”

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