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feel like?” he laughed.
“Just like this,” Carl said, grabbing Landon’s hand and running his fingertips over the scar, without giving it a second thought.
His scar was warm to the touch and felt rough like the finest grade sandpaper. Landon’s heart skipped a beat, his breathing hitched and his eyes darted to Carl’s. He caressed his fingertips along the scar and didn’t stop until they met smooth unblemished skin.
“So that’s what shark skin feels like, eh?” Landon asked. “Nice…very nice.”
Carl let Landon’s hand fall away and quickly tucked his shirt back in, moving his focus back to the strippers, who were giving the bride-to-be a special lap dance. She sat grinning with bright red cheeks, as did Carl.
Once back at Briggs’ house, Carl and Landon managed to get the girls to settle down, entrusting the remainder of the evening to the house staff. Landon went in search of requested water for a few of the girls, looking for the kitchen.
Curiosity was killing him as he came to an open door of what appeared to be a study, office mix. Papers sat on a large walnut desk like a beacon summoning him in for a closer look, what harm could it do just to have a peek. The letterhead belonged to Voronov Shipping, the invoice promised delivery of four shipping containers on the fifteenth. Landon remembered Briggs talking to someone regarding a delivery. Content description stated car parts in each container, no brand, no year and no serial numbers. Something smelled fishy.
Water in hand, he stepped into the hall. His eye shot to a red light in what he presumed to be a motion detector, he determined there had to be a security system, a house this size didn’t go unprotected. The one thing that Landon worried about was cameras. Maybe his plan to nose around wasn’t such a smart idea after all. If asked, he’d make the excuse of getting lost.
He couldn’t wait to get the fuck out of the place and started down the hall when he heard footsteps behind him and turned.
“Well if it isn’t Just Landon,” Briggs said.
Landon’s jaw tightened, his fist balled at his side and a queasy feeling settled in his belly. “Mr. Briggs.”
Briggs stepped closer, he had a condescending smirk on his face and it took everything Landon had not to grab him by the throat and choke him.
“That’s rather formal don’t you think, after what we shared?” Briggs asked, stepping past Landon into the office. “Come, have a drink with me.”
“Thanks but no thanks, I have to get back to the ladies, I have a job to finish,” Landon said, yet found himself following.
Briggs removed his jacket, throwing it over the back of a chair he leaned back against the desk and loosened his tie. “There are two of you, let your colleague take care of things for a while.”
“I was told you were out of town.”
“And now I am not.”
“Mr. Briggs.”
“Michael.”
“Mr. Briggs, I’m here to do a job, if you’ll excuse me.” Landon said, and started down the long hall, his stomach churning.
“Landon,” Briggs called to him from the doorway, “I will get what I want, your avoiding me is futile. I always get what I want in the end.”
Landon spun on his heels, deciding to face the man and tell him exactly how this was going to turn out. Better to be clear from the start.
“Mr. Briggs, I am not interested. What happened…will never happen again.”
Throwing his head back, Briggs laughed like a demonic psychopath. His evil laugh didn’t surprise Landon at all. He had experienced firsthand the evil that spewed from this man like acid. He was a vile character, obviously used to people falling at his feet for the honor of being used as his personal doormat.
Landon was having none of it and turned his back on him.
“Goodbye, Mr. Briggs.”
“Until we meet again, Landon,” Brigg’s laughed. “And we will most definitely be seeing each other again.”
“Landon,” Carl called, from the end of the hall. “Party is
“Just like this,” Carl said, grabbing Landon’s hand and running his fingertips over the scar, without giving it a second thought.
His scar was warm to the touch and felt rough like the finest grade sandpaper. Landon’s heart skipped a beat, his breathing hitched and his eyes darted to Carl’s. He caressed his fingertips along the scar and didn’t stop until they met smooth unblemished skin.
“So that’s what shark skin feels like, eh?” Landon asked. “Nice…very nice.”
Carl let Landon’s hand fall away and quickly tucked his shirt back in, moving his focus back to the strippers, who were giving the bride-to-be a special lap dance. She sat grinning with bright red cheeks, as did Carl.
Once back at Briggs’ house, Carl and Landon managed to get the girls to settle down, entrusting the remainder of the evening to the house staff. Landon went in search of requested water for a few of the girls, looking for the kitchen.
Curiosity was killing him as he came to an open door of what appeared to be a study, office mix. Papers sat on a large walnut desk like a beacon summoning him in for a closer look, what harm could it do just to have a peek. The letterhead belonged to Voronov Shipping, the invoice promised delivery of four shipping containers on the fifteenth. Landon remembered Briggs talking to someone regarding a delivery. Content description stated car parts in each container, no brand, no year and no serial numbers. Something smelled fishy.
Water in hand, he stepped into the hall. His eye shot to a red light in what he presumed to be a motion detector, he determined there had to be a security system, a house this size didn’t go unprotected. The one thing that Landon worried about was cameras. Maybe his plan to nose around wasn’t such a smart idea after all. If asked, he’d make the excuse of getting lost.
He couldn’t wait to get the fuck out of the place and started down the hall when he heard footsteps behind him and turned.
“Well if it isn’t Just Landon,” Briggs said.
Landon’s jaw tightened, his fist balled at his side and a queasy feeling settled in his belly. “Mr. Briggs.”
Briggs stepped closer, he had a condescending smirk on his face and it took everything Landon had not to grab him by the throat and choke him.
“That’s rather formal don’t you think, after what we shared?” Briggs asked, stepping past Landon into the office. “Come, have a drink with me.”
“Thanks but no thanks, I have to get back to the ladies, I have a job to finish,” Landon said, yet found himself following.
Briggs removed his jacket, throwing it over the back of a chair he leaned back against the desk and loosened his tie. “There are two of you, let your colleague take care of things for a while.”
“I was told you were out of town.”
“And now I am not.”
“Mr. Briggs.”
“Michael.”
“Mr. Briggs, I’m here to do a job, if you’ll excuse me.” Landon said, and started down the long hall, his stomach churning.
“Landon,” Briggs called to him from the doorway, “I will get what I want, your avoiding me is futile. I always get what I want in the end.”
Landon spun on his heels, deciding to face the man and tell him exactly how this was going to turn out. Better to be clear from the start.
“Mr. Briggs, I am not interested. What happened…will never happen again.”
Throwing his head back, Briggs laughed like a demonic psychopath. His evil laugh didn’t surprise Landon at all. He had experienced firsthand the evil that spewed from this man like acid. He was a vile character, obviously used to people falling at his feet for the honor of being used as his personal doormat.
Landon was having none of it and turned his back on him.
“Goodbye, Mr. Briggs.”
“Until we meet again, Landon,” Brigg’s laughed. “And we will most definitely be seeing each other again.”
“Landon,” Carl called, from the end of the hall. “Party is
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