Page 63 of Justice

Justice couldn’t recalla time she had been angrier, or more hurt at the same time. She’d been an idiot to believe Drake wouldn’t have some kind of involvement with a crook like Jones.

She wished she could talk to her sister, but Tymeless was with Tobias. They were blissfully happy in New York, more than likely engaged and having steamy sex in a luxury hotel room above Time Square.

As the cab pulls up to the entrance of Drake’s building, her cell rings in her purse. Relief washes over her as Tymeless’s face appears on the screen, and Justice assumes it is the call to tell her she is engaged.

“Why are you calling me? You should be naked and—"

“Justice, where are you?” Tymeless’s frantic voice interrupts.

“Outside of the apartments, why?”

“Get the fuck out of there, go to the building across the street from where we work. There is a door on the north side; the security code is your birthday. Do it now. There’s a hit out on Drake.”

Justice gives the cab driver the address, offering him one hundred dollars if he can get her there in ten minutes. When the cab stops at a red light, a block from the warehouse, she see’s Tobias’s car skid to a stop outside the building. He crosses the street as Drake gets out of a taxi, still in his suit from earlier sans jacket, but her heart picks up at the sight of him alive.

Tobias notices her cab, and steps into the street as she pulls up, tossing cash at the driver as she hands him the extra hundred she promised. “You were never here, feel me?” Tobias tells the driver. The wide-eyed man nods in agreement, pulling off before Justice can close the door.

“Babe?” Drake calls to her, and she is running into his arms before the first teardrop falls.

“I’m so sorry I didn’t believe you.” He apologizes into her neck, picking her up and carrying her into the building, Tobias, and Tymeless on their heels.

“I forgive you,” she cries into him. “But you have to let me kill him now.”

Laura and Molly are waiting inside the space, which looks similar to Drake’s condo across town. Drake puts her down as Tymeless and Molly inspect her for damage.

“What do we know, Tobias?” Drake barks and Justice knows he is in leadership mode.

“Stetson’s wife, Gwinn, was at the salon doing whatever it is women do there, when Joanna and a few of her friends came in, spewing bullshit like they usually do. As Gwinn is about to leave, she overhears Joanna telling the woman sitting beside her, how she is about to get the revenge on the man responsible for killing her sister. and how after tonight she won't have to suck saggy old man balls in order to get what she wants.”

Justice snickers, which doesn’t go unnoticed by Drake, who motions for her to come closer. “What’s funny, babe?”

“I’m sorry, it’s just that I can relate to how Joanna feels. I can remember thinking the same thing when the holidays were over, and Jones would go back to Washington. The motherfucker has a thing for having his balls sucked while being fucked in his ass with your finger.”

Justice had never been this detailed when it came to what she did for the men at the club. An unspoken understanding between them as somethings in her past they didn’t need to discuss.

“Did he ever ask for you?” Tobias questioned, and by the way, his eyes shined there was a plan forming in his head.

“Every time he came in.” Feeling the same dread she did when she would see his SUV in the parking lot.

“Whatever you’re thinking, stop. It isn’t going to happen. I’ll get Jones in a controlled space and let her take care of him. We are not using her as bait.”

“Tell me a more controlled space than having a beautiful girl on her knees sucking your balls? The man will be vulnerable, and we will be there in case anything goes wrong. Besides, Drake, you’ve never seen this girl take a full-grown man to his knees and make him like it.”

An hour later, Justice sat on the leather sofa, her cell phone with a call to Jones on speaker.

“Hello?” his voice echoed in the room, and Justice watched as Drake’s chin clenched. She had to make this believable, so she stepped outside of her self and back into the role she used to play.

“Hey, Big Daddy. Did you miss me?”

“Justice?” Jones questions, a shocked tone in his voice.

“Of course, Big Daddy. When can I see you?”

“What about Hannigan? I assumed you were with him now.”

Justice broke off with the fakest laugh she could. “Oh, come on, Big Daddy. He isn’t as freaky as you, doesn’t let me stick my tongue in his ass the way you do.”

The call is silent for a moment, and Justice fears she has lost him. “Canterbury Hotel, half an hour. I’m here under the name Dorchester.”

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