Page 20 of UnWholly Angels
Turning back to the server, I forced myself to breathe evenly and meet his gaze, attempting to quickly backtrack. “Look, I’m so sorry. I have to be honest, you’re just not really my type,” I hurriedly admitted. “I’m really sorry I led you on like this, and now I’m sure your feelings are hurt, and I’m rambling now...”
I could feel Riley’s stare burning into the back of my neck as our server chuckled. “Well, if you change your mind, you know where to find me,” he replied. With that, he sauntered off to the next table, and I turned my stare back to Chloe.
“Maya, what just happened? You had himliterallyin the palm of your hand, then all of a sudden it was like you saw a ghost,” she hissed, her eyes searching mine for answers.
Swallowing hard, I dared to look over her shoulder. Riley was still seated at the bar, but his gaze began to bounce between my eyes and my hand. He clearly knew what was there, and I had to bite back a smile as I watched him huff out a heavy breath before glaring at me again. Truthfully, jealousy looked good on Riley, but he was about to learn just how far I’d go to win.
Turning my attention back to Chloe, I whispered, “Ghosts don’t tend to have anger issues, so I think this one is still alive.” When she furrowed her brow in confusion, I chuckled and said, “I found Riley’s hiding spot. He’s not very good at that game, apparently.”
Chloe whipped around and scanned the bar until she spotted him, who simply moved his glare from my eyes to hers. Asqueak of surprise flew past her lips, and she hurried to face me again. “Yeah, I don’t think he cares that you found him. I’m actually thinking it might be time to give up and go home,” she suggested, her face pulled into a tight-lipped expression as she gathered her things.
Standing, I glanced at Riley one more time as we started toward the exit. His eyes were still fixated on my hand, like the numbers would vanish if he stared hard enough. A slow, wicked grin took over my lips as I paused at the end of the bar.
“Hang on, Chloe, I just need a second,” I called to her. Angling my body slightly away from Riley, I took my phone from my purse and held up my now inked hand to get a better view of the numbers. Opening my messages, I typed in the number and followed it with a quick text. I was just thanking our server for playing along, but as the sound of shattering glass sounded from behind me, I knew my plan had worked. Peering over my shoulder, I could see Riley had jumped to his feet and was standing amidst pieces of a broken beer mug on the floor. Plastering on the sweetest, most innocent smile I could manage, I gasped and called out, “Might want to tighten your grip next time.”
Before he had the chance to move, I hauled ass and met Chloe at the entrance, rushing out of the bar as fast as possible. When we were far enough away, I burst into laughter and had to lean against a wall for support. It took me a few minutes to catch my breath, and I realized I was the only one laughing. "What? Was that too harsh?” I asked, wondering how she didn’t find this as funny as I did.
Chloe made atsk tsksound and gave me a disappointed glance. A chill suddenly flew across my shoulders as I waited for her to speak. “You have no idea what you’ve just started,” she finally scolded. When I raised an eyebrow in question, Chloe huffed and crossed her arms. “You’d better hope that serverhas good benefits. Insurance normally doesn’t cover ‘death by jealous rage’ incidents.”
Riley
My tongue continuously ran across my top teeth while watching their interactions, and for one millisecond, a part of me felt bad for the kid. He was just shooting his shot, and I had to give him that, but Maya needed to be loved by someone who was understanding and patient, someone like me. She would hate me, but I intended to push every fucking button she had. Someone like Maya needed more than some vanilla fuck who worked in a restaurant. He’d disappoint her in more ways than one.
God, she looked beautiful tonight, with her full breasts pushed together by her baby blue halter top. Her hair was in a high ponytail, and her eyes glimmered every time she spoke with Chloe. Her looks had never mattered to me, but these changes were something I would have to get used to if I wanted her in my life. I had been watching her every day since I stormed out of the house, and the longer I kept my distance, the darker my desires became.
I was almost upset that Chloe had to ruin the surprise and announce that she had figured out I was DeviantKing before I had the chance to tell her myself. It almost ruined some of the plans I had for our time together. But in the end, she would have learned the truth, whether it was through a message or from showing up to find me waiting for her. At least now, we could really start the fun. The world I wanted to introduce her to wasn’t just about sex, and submission required more than simply obedience. I needed to know what made her tick, and from the looks of it, the only way to do that was beat Maya at her own twisted game. Too bad for her that there would be collateral damage for these ‘so called’ games, and this guy was one of them.
After Maya’s final stunt, which, admittedly, sent rage flying through me, the girls left while I stayed behind, waiting for this kid to finish his shift. I was becoming more irritated at the amount of money I’d wasted while I sat at the bar. In a poor attempt to distract myself, I thought about Maya’s habit of eating ranch with her chicken wings. I used to do the same thing until we played in Buffalo, where I gave in and finally tried blue cheese and wings. Dunking my chicken in moldy cheese had never appealed to me, but trying it once wouldn’t kill me. Let’s just say it was…an experience, to say the least, and I never went back.
My thoughts were interrupted at the sound of my target shouting goodnight to his coworkers. I watched as he removed his apron before heading out of the restaurant. I threw down a couple hundred bucks, not bothering to wait for a check. My server could keep the change—I was sure she’d appreciate it.
Staying in the shadows, I pulled my mask out of my hoodie pocket. Sliding my hand along the cracks scattered throughout it, I followed closely behind the server while doing my best to remain unseen. “Hello, old friend. It’s been a while,” I crooned softly.
Grinning at the memories, I placed the mask over my face before making my way to the server’s second-hand, beat-up vehicle. He had no idea I was there. Normally, I only went after the guilty, but this time was different. Undoubtedly, he’d had impure thoughts about Maya, and I needed him to know she was mine, and I’d never let her go again.
After my target was in his car with the door shut, I pounced, stalking swiftly to the driver’s side of the car. Our eyes locked, and he blinked a few times, I’d imagine making sure he wasn’t overtired or crazy. I could feel the violence and adrenaline running through my veins as I punched the window in and bashed his head against the steering wheel a few times. At some point, I heard a crack, but I didn’t stop. It was almost like I blacked out, standing outside my body, watching the scene like a badly directed movie.
I'd lost so much over the course of my life, and I'd be damned if this wannabe frat boy tried to move in and take Maya from me. His chest heaved, and the thick smell of blood permeated the air around us while he choked on it. All he could do was slump against the dash as I smirked, reaching into my pocket to pull out my matchbook. “It’s nothing personal, bud,” I mused. “You just went after something that isn't yours... badly, I might add.” My fingers drummed on the car’s roof while I waited for him to succumb to his injuries. The match twirled lazily between each finger as the gurgling slowed, replaced by a slight wheeze. He sputtered blood as he pleaded for his life.
The ping of his phone stopped me in my tracks. I grabbed it, swiping the notifications to find the text from Maya. I had hoped she was just fucking with me, but the little shit actually sent him a message.Well played, Freckles.Too bad he wouldn't get it.
Unknown Number
Hey, it’s Maya from the restaurant.
Thanks again for going along with us tonight.
I’m sorry for leading you on.
No hard feelings?
Riley
Sorry, Maya, from the restaurant.
So many hard feelings.
Get fucked.
