Page 80 of Heat & Deceit
There’s no dignity to be found as I stiffly walk over to him and lower into his lap, bracing myself on the arm of the chair. He smells like oil, and I hate it.
Wrapping his arm around me, he chuckles to his friends. “That wasn’t so hard, huh?” Then his hand dips between my breasts.
I move to smack it away, but he snarls, and a baggie of pills presses against my skin. Scowling, I count the seconds, waiting as he takes his time depositing the pills inside my bra. His knuckle scraps over my breast, and I shudder in disgust.
“Don’t be a baby,” he whispers. “Where’s my money?”
Yanking the money from my clutch, I shove it into his chest and push out of his lap, glaring at him and then his buddies. “Screw you.”
He laughs and shoos me away, not even bothering to respond. Feeling cheaper than dirt, I make my escape, heading down the stairs and through the lower level until I make it out into the night.
I suck in a lungful of air and grab my phone. With trembling fingers, I call for another car and move away from the club, waiting off to the side in the shadows. I extract the baggie from my bra and count the pills. All twenty are there.
Not that I would have done anything if they weren’t.
I’m not exactly in a hurry to deal with that asshole again.
But I did it. I got the pills, and now I don’t have to worry.
* * *
After a long day of work and a late dinner, I start my bedtime routine. Washing my face. Taking my suppressants. I grab the last pill from the stash Kiki got me and hold it up to the one I got from the dealer at the club a few nights ago. They’re different shapes. The pill from the dealer has tiny numbers and letters stamped on it. Grabbing my phone, I pull up the search engine and type them in.
My fingers tighten around my device as I read.
Toriponol. Used to enhance sex drive.
“Motherfucker,” I snarl, snatching the baggie of pills and chucking them into the trash. Tears spring into my eyes as I look at the screen again, hoping like hell I read it wrong.
Nope.
Toriponol.
That. Asshole.
What am I going to do?
I exit the browser and pull up my messages.
Nova
Do you have any suppressants?
Kiki
No. What’s going on? Are you okay?
No. No, I’m not okay.
Nova
Yeah. The dealer I found is charging me too much, so I was hoping for a better price. No worries, though. I think I can talk him down.
I quickly send the text, not wanting to alarm her or the Hell Hounds. They’ll be crawling all over my place at any hint of trouble. Besides, I promised myself I’d be able to take care of things from now on.
Kiki
Should I send the guys up?
