Page 77 of Between Secrets and Obsession
As I pull out of the parking lot, they rush forward and fall in place behind me. Chantal messages me, and as I’m waiting at a red light, I respond and let her know I’m on my way. It takes me a good twenty minutes to get across town before I pull into the driveway of an older house. One I’m sure is an Airbnb she’s renting with a stolen credit card.
I grab my cuffs and tuck them into my back pocket, leaving the car unlocked. It’ll be easier to place her inside once I have her secured. I don’t wear my normal gear since she’s expecting me and willingly letting me inside. She’s not a violent threat either, but it’s better to be safe than sorry so I tuck my gun into the back of my jeans.
Sucking in a deep breath with a smile on my face, I go to the door and knock. Within seconds, she’s opening it, wearing lingerie with a robe half open. Her hair is up in a high ponytail, and she’s looking at me as if I’m a piece of meat and she’s starving. Then again, she did say she wanted breakfast.
“Hey, sexy,” she purrs, pulling me inside. We’ve exchanged photos the past few weeks, and surprisingly, she looks like her pictures.
“Hey, babe. Nice to see you in person after all this time.” I give her my best boyish grin.
I know those assholes are watching, and I’m well aware of what it looks like from an outsider’s view. Chantal saunters to the kitchen and pulls two mugs from the cabinet.
“Just made coffee. Want some?” she asks, looking over her shoulder.
I take a few steps forward and follow her, slipping the cuffs in my hand. I’m close to her body, her ass pressing against my junk, but I’m not even hard. Nothing about this situation turns me on in the slightest.
I slap one handcuff on her wrist until it clicks and then the other. She leans against me laughing. “Oh, so you’re into that kinky shit? I’m down.” Chantal glances at me, smiling wide, but she won’t be for long.
Her words have me chuckling as she spins around, her hands secured behind her back. Right now, she has no idea what’s going on and is clueless that, within the next hour, she’ll be sitting in jail.
“Do you want to put some pants and shoes on first?” I ask nicely, considering I could take her in just like this.
“So you can undress me before you fuck me?”
I lift an eyebrow. “Actually, so you won’t have to sit in a cell in your underwear.”
“What’s that code for?” She giggles.
I grab her arm and lead her into the living room. “It’s not code for anything. I’m taking you in for failing to appear in court. Your bonds company isn’t too happy with you.”
Neither am I for how long I’ve had to chase her.
Trying to twist around as best as she can, she gives me the dirtiest look.
“What the fuck?”
I hold her steady. “I’ve been looking for you for over a month. You don’t stay put very long, do you?”
I smirk when she scowls.
“You’re a bounty hunter?”
“I preferfugitive recovery agent.” I flash a smug smile.“So, I’m taking you in, sweetheart. Do you want clothes or not?”
She curses, calling me every name under the sun.
“You motherfucker. You stupid motherfucking asshole.”
Her colorful language makes me chuckle. “I’ve been called that a few times. Might want to try something original.”
With flared nostrils, she tells me to fuck off as she slips on some flip-flops. I lead her outside and put her in the back seat. As I walk around to the driver’s side, I see the Suburban parked on the street and can only imagine what they’re reporting back to the boss.
The closer we get to the jail, the more it sinks in. Chantal pleads with me as most of them do.
“I’ll give you whatever you want if you let me go. Money. Sex. Whatever you want. Please just release me and we can pretend this never happened.”
Once I’ve parked outside the station, I look at her. “You need to learn a lesson, Chantal. You’re obviously not a stupid woman, but what you’ve been doing to people is terrible and illegal. Now you have to pay the price. Every action has a consequence and enough is enough.”
I understand that more than she’ll ever know.
