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herself now.
A long sigh left her as she walked up to her apartment, the afternoon having slid into evening quickly. The club was ready for the onslaught of drunk idiots sure to show up the next evening and she was bone tired. Marcus was right about Adam's death, but it didn't make it any easier to swallow.
She sat down at her computer and kicked off her shoes, pulling up the information on Adam's death, the cops still stating that they didn't have a suspect for the drive by shooting.
"Drive by... that's funny. How about concentrated drive by?" She reached over and undid the small burger from the wrapper, taking a bite and cursing as tomato juice ran down her white shirt. She pulled it from her and tossed it across the room to the laundry hamper before turning her attention back to the screen.
Jon's name was highlighted in the bottom right hand corner as the detective on the case. She clicked it as a picture of him in his dark blue uniform came up. Clean shaved and smiling like he had just won the lottery, she chuckled. He was a good boy for sure. No wonder Adam didn't like him. Looking at his picture she didn't much care for him all of a sudden either. Good thing he didn't look like a good boy at all in person.
She read through his bio, the police station quick to note that even though Jon shared a last name with the victim on his current case, there was no relation between them.
"Bullshit." She sat back and finished her burger as she watched him. How fun it would be to toy with him, to see what he was made of. It had been a long time since someone had beckoned her to move away from the pleasure Marcus provided, just to test the proverbial 'what-if'. She rolled her eyes, crumpling the paper and standing to stretch.
"How about we move past the part where you think I killed your brother and get to the part where you’re fucking me passionately?"
"No? Don't know how to fuck passionately?"
"Let me show you, baby." She laughed and walked to the kitchen, still talking to herself. "You're such a dumbass."
Her dreams were filled with fire and demons from hell as she tried to save Adam over and over, only to lose him each time the dream cycled during the night. She woke several times with a scream on the tip of her tongue, her body aching from thrashing about and covered in sweat.
She needed the morning to come and pull her from the vicious cycle laid before her, her guilty conscience eating at her although she'd done nothing wrong. It was as if she had set Adam on his path to destruction. The worst part of the dream was watching Jon lose his shit over the death of his brother, the large handsome man falling apart in front of her while she laughed.
The sound of her alarm was a welcomed reprieve and she slipped from her wet sheets and stumbled to the kitchen, making a pot of coffee and then heading to the shower in hopes of burning the images from her mind.
The hot water pulled her from her zombification and helped her to wake up to the reality that Adam had died at the hands of a new drug lord. One that wanted to do business with her and Marcus. She could drown in the truth that it was unfair and wrong, or she could put on her big girl panties and respect the world that lived just outside her door.
They didn't play by the common man's set of rules. They made their own.
Maybe it was time she did as well.
Slipping a fitted cream-colored dress over her head, she pulled the small piece of paper from her jewelry box and looked it over once more before putting it back. She would dress up like the innocent girl she was and pay a visit to Adam's brother, turning him in the wrong direction or convincing him to let this go.
Nothing good could come of it.
CHAPTER TEN
Jon
He couldn't shake the thought of her. The way she spoke with confidence, her presence commanding, her eyes filled with the innocence he wanted to see. Seth deserved a phone call commending him on foreseeing the future. Ten minutes in the
A long sigh left her as she walked up to her apartment, the afternoon having slid into evening quickly. The club was ready for the onslaught of drunk idiots sure to show up the next evening and she was bone tired. Marcus was right about Adam's death, but it didn't make it any easier to swallow.
She sat down at her computer and kicked off her shoes, pulling up the information on Adam's death, the cops still stating that they didn't have a suspect for the drive by shooting.
"Drive by... that's funny. How about concentrated drive by?" She reached over and undid the small burger from the wrapper, taking a bite and cursing as tomato juice ran down her white shirt. She pulled it from her and tossed it across the room to the laundry hamper before turning her attention back to the screen.
Jon's name was highlighted in the bottom right hand corner as the detective on the case. She clicked it as a picture of him in his dark blue uniform came up. Clean shaved and smiling like he had just won the lottery, she chuckled. He was a good boy for sure. No wonder Adam didn't like him. Looking at his picture she didn't much care for him all of a sudden either. Good thing he didn't look like a good boy at all in person.
She read through his bio, the police station quick to note that even though Jon shared a last name with the victim on his current case, there was no relation between them.
"Bullshit." She sat back and finished her burger as she watched him. How fun it would be to toy with him, to see what he was made of. It had been a long time since someone had beckoned her to move away from the pleasure Marcus provided, just to test the proverbial 'what-if'. She rolled her eyes, crumpling the paper and standing to stretch.
"How about we move past the part where you think I killed your brother and get to the part where you’re fucking me passionately?"
"No? Don't know how to fuck passionately?"
"Let me show you, baby." She laughed and walked to the kitchen, still talking to herself. "You're such a dumbass."
Her dreams were filled with fire and demons from hell as she tried to save Adam over and over, only to lose him each time the dream cycled during the night. She woke several times with a scream on the tip of her tongue, her body aching from thrashing about and covered in sweat.
She needed the morning to come and pull her from the vicious cycle laid before her, her guilty conscience eating at her although she'd done nothing wrong. It was as if she had set Adam on his path to destruction. The worst part of the dream was watching Jon lose his shit over the death of his brother, the large handsome man falling apart in front of her while she laughed.
The sound of her alarm was a welcomed reprieve and she slipped from her wet sheets and stumbled to the kitchen, making a pot of coffee and then heading to the shower in hopes of burning the images from her mind.
The hot water pulled her from her zombification and helped her to wake up to the reality that Adam had died at the hands of a new drug lord. One that wanted to do business with her and Marcus. She could drown in the truth that it was unfair and wrong, or she could put on her big girl panties and respect the world that lived just outside her door.
They didn't play by the common man's set of rules. They made their own.
Maybe it was time she did as well.
Slipping a fitted cream-colored dress over her head, she pulled the small piece of paper from her jewelry box and looked it over once more before putting it back. She would dress up like the innocent girl she was and pay a visit to Adam's brother, turning him in the wrong direction or convincing him to let this go.
Nothing good could come of it.
CHAPTER TEN
Jon
He couldn't shake the thought of her. The way she spoke with confidence, her presence commanding, her eyes filled with the innocence he wanted to see. Seth deserved a phone call commending him on foreseeing the future. Ten minutes in the
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