Page 17 of Jagger
There is no competition.
I'll work as hard as I have to, but I've seen how she reacts to me. She wants me just as much as I want her if we can only get through our mutual hatred. Or turn it into a hell-burning desire?
No. Love doesn't exist.
Maybe hatred is all we need.
10
JAGGER
The bell rings, and I jump, dropping the empty bottle of bourbon. My eyes are blurry from shit sleep, and I rub them tiredly before grabbing my phone from the floor. It's three in the goddamn morning.
Who the fuck is making a social call at this hour?
I'm only wearing my pants, but I don't give a shit. I pull open the door and squint at the gates, not bothering to use the call camera.
"Who the fuck is that?" I bellow, just as a man comes into focus. He's got a hoodie on, and I can't see his face. I slam the door and head to the kitchen to grab the call camera and stare at the man at the gates of my house at three in the morning.
His face is hidden, so I press the microphone button and ask again who it is.
"Lawson."
I blink, wondering why the name isn't ringing any bells. "Who are you looking for?"
"You."
I frown. Who the fuck is—oh.
Oh shit.
Lawson, as in…Molly's Lawson. But why is he here? How did he find me?
"Molly isn't here," I tell him.
"I don’t believe you." Lawson tilts his face to the camera, and I see he's a good-looking guy. No wonder Molly liked him. "I want to see her. Now."
This motherfucker thinks he can tell me what to do. If I had Molly here, which I don't, I'd make him watch me fuck her. The image makes me smile. I put the camera down and head to my room, dragging the gun from my pillow before checking it's loaded. It is, of course.
My head clears when I lose the safety on the gun, and I step outside. I don't even feel the cool air. I cross the grounds to the gates and stare at Lawson, who's a similar height and build to me. The man who fucked Molly.My Molly.
"Is that a gun?" Lawson spits, his eyes wide. "Come on now, kid. No one is shooting anyone."
Kid?
I gaze at him, the gun in my right hand, my finger caressing the trigger. "How do you know where I live?"
Lawson narrows his eyes at me, not answering my question, which irks me. "Molly. Where is she?" He's staring at my house beyond me, no doubt taking in the many rooms, wondering which one I'm hiding her in. "Molly!" He yells, and I lift my gun, pointing it at his chest.
"Molly isn't here," I repeat as he glares at my gun. "But you need to back away from my property right now."
"Listen, pretty boy, I know you took her phone. I know it was you that asked me to come here, and I'm real fucking grateful." He winks at me. "Because I've been looking for my little doll for a long time. You keep out of my way, and I'll keep out of yours. If I find out you're hiding her in there—" He nods to my house. "I'll be the one shooting."
My mind whirs.
Little doll?Looking for her?I can't let him know I care about her.I can't, even if it is for Aphrodite.
"Just fuck off home, old man," I tell him. "Don't come here again."
