Page 57 of Dark Encounter
"Well, I'm not shoving my cock in his ass if that's what you're asking." I glanced back at Kane. "Close the door and stand watch."
"Got it, boss." He slipped out and closed the door as Doug growled loudly.
"Who the fuck do you think you are?"
His friend stood up, shaking. "He's Erik Bertinelli, man. Don't you know anything?"
"Who?" He turned his attention back to me, the fucker still fully naked, which was starting to gross me the fuck out.
I turned my gun on his friend and shot him, the thin kid crumbling to the ground. "You borrowed some money from one of your professors."
The kid started to piss. "Oh my God." He backed up and pressed his back against the wall. "Are you the asshole that killed Billy?"
I nodded and let my hands hang beside me as if I were done for a moment. "Yeah, well, you twats stole the money from the wrong business."
He lifted his hand in the air. "I didn't know. We didn't know. Fuck man. I'll get the money back. The guy we originally borrowed it from is my boyfriend."
"Oh yeah?" I glanced down at the smaller guy dead on the floor. "What about this poor bastard?"
"Just a quick release." He cupped his dick, suddenly seeming to realize that he was naked. "Let me fix this."
"You have the money? Now?"
"What? No. Of course not. Westoleit because we had no other choice."
"There's always a choice." I lifted my gun. "How about this. Just tell me who the other guy involved was and we'll kill him instead. It was you, Billy and some other guy that wore his mask a little better than you two fuckers."
"Thomas. It was Thomas Adams. He just left here. He's the president of this place. Kill him instead, or fuck, he might have the money. His Dad used to be fucking loaded." He ran his fingers through his hair and let out a sigh that sounded like relief.
Sickness filled my insides. Fuck. It was Grace's brother. My father wasn't going to stop hunting these idiots until we recouped the money, or they were all dead.
I lifted my gun. "Asshole. What kind of friend are you?" I shot him before he could answer and turned. What the fuck was I going to do?
Call Grace and tell her to get her brother and run as fast and as far as they could? Then I would be hunting them both. I had to warn her though.
Love beckoned me to do something. Fuck. I was in love with her. There was no denying it, but to defy my father meant death for all of us involved.
That answer didn't work either.
I opened the door and walked out into the hallway as my heart beat hard in my chest. "Alright. It's done."
"Hey. You okay?" Kane gripped my shoulder, squeezing as we walked back down the hall and jogged out the front door toward the car.
"Yeah. No. Fuck, I don't know. I'm not talking about it." I got in the car and leaned back, closing my eyes. "I just need a break from everything."
"From killing?" He chuckled. "Good luck with that one."
"Yeah, fuck you too."
* * *
I got in my car the minute we got back to my father's place and drove out to my house. Some part of me hoped that Grace would defy me and be at the house, curled up in the bed or reading on the couch. Only the scent of her perfume and the breakfast she'd cooked that morning remained.
"Dammit." I walked to the bedroom and sat down on the side of the bed, noticing that my box of pictures was sitting on the floor. Had she gone through my stuff? Where I should have been pissed, I wasn't. I wanted to know what she thought, what she felt.
Dropping back on the bed, I let out a long groan and covered my face with my hands. What the fuck was I going to do?
Kill her brother and not say a damn thing about it to her? It was so much like Nate and Jenna's situation that it seemed fate was playing games with us.
