Page 36 of Targeted By Temptation
Just then, his phone rang. It was exactly what I needed, because when he picked it up, it was someone bitching on the third floor.
“Fine, but I need to search both you and your toolbox.”
“Fine by me.” It wasn’t fine, the mere thought of his hands touching me had me wanting to puke, but I needed to play along if I had any hope of getting up there.
He patted me down. I was a little nervous he’d catch the Airtag, but if he did, what of it? I’d claim it was my boss keeping track of us, which in this day and age, wasn’t outside the realm of possibility.
I took the stairs two at a time. The elevators were still running, but getting an elevator when I had no idea what exactly they did to the third floor didn’t feel like the safest option.
When I reached it, I looked down the hallway. Room 304. I needed to get to 304. It wasn’t hard to find, but reaching up and knocking—that was hard.
Calloway opened the door.
“Heard there’s a problem.”
“Come on in.” He stepped aside, and when I did, he shut the door.
I didn’t think he’d have the balls.
“Reign.”
Fuck.
He knew who I was. All I needed to do was get in position—open up the toolbox. Once I did, it’d be okay. In hindsight, I should have done it in the elevator. But if I did, and they had cameras like the stairwell did, it’d be over before I started.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“Your father is an interesting man.”
My stomach dropped. “What?”
“You didn’t think I knew who you were, did you?”
“No, sir, I’m just… with maintenance bullshit.”
“Your father gave me your picture. I know exactly who you are. He said, you were coming, too.”
Jesus fucking Christ. I didn’t even know my father had been aware enough to know that I was coming now—or maybe he meant coming in general. It didn’t matter. My father sold my ass out again.
“My father? How would you even know him?”
I needed a plan, and right now, Calloway was in my way.
“Your father, he didn’t like that you ruined his plans and he couldn’t fulfill his promise. So instead, he came to me. He’s smarter than the rest of you losers.”
“Who are you calling a loser? You just got out of jail, huh?”
“See? You do know who I am. The question is, what do I do with you?”
He took a step closer, and I took a step back. Eventually, I was going to run out of step-backs.
“My father wouldn’t do that.”
Although, even as I said it, I knew that was a lie. Apparently, my father cared about himself above everything.
“Oh, he doesn’t care what I do with you. He only cares about what I can do for him. And just so you know, I have a lot of things planned for you. I normally don’t kill humans, but I think I’ll make an exception. I’ll just take my time with you. It’ll be more fun that way.”
He was insane. He wasn’t just sick and cruel—he was full-on insane.
