Page 17 of Veil of Obsession
He looks over, looks back at me, and shakes his head at me with a slight smirk. “She has a boyfriend. Or at least had one.They just broke up, but be careful. They break up and get back together all the time.”
“I don’t give a fuck if she has a boyfriend. That’s not why I pointed her out. Send her a drink. She looks like the type to drink an espresso martini. And get me a gin. Don’t add tonic this time, asshole. Last time you made me gin, it tasted like shit because of the fucking tonic.”
Cody shrugs as if to saynot my problemand moves away to make the drinks. He passes me my drink before the other bartender walks to the girl. I watch as he slides the drink over to her and whispers in her ear. Her gaze cuts back to me; she raises the glass and tips her lips in a slight smirk.
Facing the bar, I down my drink. I’m not shocked when I feel a hand on my shoulder, and I look down at the girl with the money pieces. She’s about five-eight, maybe five-nine at most, but she barely makes it to the middle of my chest.
Raising my brows I act surprised to see her as I lean down and shout, “I’m guessing you liked the drink.”
She leans in, her lips brushing against my ear. “I did. Thank you.”
I move back just a little to gauge her expression. “What brings you here…”
I don’t care what her fucking name is, but most girls want conversation before you fuck them. I don’t mind providing that. That’s as far as they’ll get.
“Kaitlyn. My friends thought I needed a night out. I just got out of a toxic relationship.” She places her hand on my arm before asking, “What about you?”
I run my tongue over my lower lip and watch as her eyes flicker to my lips. Got her right where I fucking want her. Instead of lying to her, I tell her a half-truth.
“Looking for a good fuck.”
She’s sober enough for some blush to creep up her neck and settle over the bridge of her nose. But she’s got a buzz going, because she tucks her bottom lip in between her teeth, her eyes lazily roaming over my body. She doesn’t seem to be the bold kind. The quiet ones are always the freakiest.
I decide to test it and step back slightly from her instead of staying where she is. She steps closer until there’s no space between us and presses her body into me. I grit my teeth, debating whether to take her home or just fuck her in the club.
She doesn’t let me stew for too long because she leans over and says, “How about we get out of here and I show you how thankful I can be?”
I flash her a cocky smirk. “Head outside. I’ll close both our tabs. Wait for me right outside the door.”
She nods, sliding her purse off of the bar and pushing through the crowded club. I hail Cody over, and he shakes his head at me.
“Big fucking mistake, man. She’s a crazy one.”
“She’s not crazy, Cody. Besides, where the fuck did you hear that?”
He shrugs. “Her ex said she chased him with a fucking knife, bro.”
“Boys only call women crazy because they want to justify their actions and make it seem like they’re overreacting. He’s deflecting and gaslighting. Besides, I’m fucking her, not marrying her.” I hand him my AmEx. “Close both my tab and her friends’. Keep the card on file ’til they’re done.”
He walks off, and just as I’m about to turn and leave, my phone buzzes. I pull it out to see who’s texting me.
Unknown
She’s cute, but she won’t last the night. You never pick ones that do. Maybe next time, you’ll let me choose for you. I already know what you like.
Letting out a sardonic scoff, I ignore the text and head out. I spot Money Pieces by the door, waiting for me like I’d told her to.
I stir,groaning loudly at the headache that always finds its way into my mornings, it’s what I get for drinking and sleeping late. Cracking an eye open, I wince and slam my eyes shut again.
My apartment is quiet, almost too quiet. And I know for sure that in the split second I had an eye open, I saw someone’s silhouette next to me. Which means I, in theory, should be hearing some breathing. But the only sound that fills the space is the loud traffic right outside my window.
There’s no way.
But with the amount of bodies dropping left and right—and my name tying them all together—it’s not surprising that when my eyes fly open again, the girl from last night lies dead beside me. Her throat is sliced open, from one ear to the other.
Cursing under my breath, I jump out of bed. The scene in front of me is gruesome. I don’t fucking know how they managed to get in here and kill the girl without waking me up or causing much of a mess…apart from the spilled blood. All over my fucking Egyptian cotton.
I debate calling my brothers. Maybe Ramiro?
