“I fucking hate you, Simon,” I grouse at him.
“She’ll be delivered to your home in a couple hours. Johnathan will be picking her up from the babysitter.”
“Simon, seriously, how the fuck did you find all this information out?”
“They call me the Spider for a reason, Andrew,” he says as he disconnects the phone.
Fucking bastard. He’s called the Spider alright because his web of information is vast as fuck. It’s scary the shit he can find out.
Putting my phone down on the console, I growl out in frustration. Where the fuck am I going to keep a kid at my house? I don’t have toys and shit for a five-year-old.
Shaking my head at the problem, I give up on being able to change what is to come. There is no way I will be stepping back from a job Lucifer has handed me.
But fuck, a kid?
Looking over to the woman as we stop at a red light, I can see she wants to speak so badly but is doing her best to follow my rules.
Reaching over, I pat her thigh with my hand. Letting it rest there, I say quietly, “We need to have a talk, Amy.”
Her eyes widen even further as she looks from my hand to my face. Stammering, she says, “Okay…”
“You’re going to be staying with me for a while. Seems like your ex-boyfriend needs to work through some things with my boss.”
“But… I… I can’t. I have things… I have a…” Shaking her head, she tries to collect herself. “He’s not my boyfriend, and I’m not his fucking mistress!”
“Not anymore you aren’t,” I snicker as pull us onto the highway.
“I mean I never was! We were dating for a couple of weeks, but… I… he just wouldn’t take no for an answer.”
I look at her again and I can see she’s telling the truth, which sucks for her. Her value is dropping by the sentence right now.
“Well, right now that doesn’t matter. Least not to me. You be a good girl like I said, and we will get along just fine.”
She pulls away from my hand as she says, “I’m not a whore… You can’t just make me sleep with you.”
Laughing, I shake my head. “Nah, you’ll want to do that on your own accord. I don’t force women like that.”
Snorting in derision, she says, “I so don’t think that will be happening. Look, I have to go home. You can see I’m not a threat. I don’t know what Ivan was about. There’s nothing I can say that will hurt you guys.”
“That’s not going to be an issue. Look, Amy, things are going to happen now, whether you like it or not. You got involved with Ivan.”
“How… How did you know my name?” she asks, and when I glance over she looks so pale it’s like she’s turned into a ghost.
“Same way I know Abigail’s name.”
We don’t speak for a long while. Long enough for me to pull off the highway and head towards my small subdivision.
My house is in the newer section of Garden City, where all the well-to-dos do their daily commute from. It’s not a bad house, pretty big for a single bachelor actually. I don’t need three extra bedrooms, but for appearance’s sake, I keep a home away from work.
Sometimes it feels good to come here and be normal.
We’re pulling up to my driveway and turning in when Amy speaks again. “How… please don’t hurt her. I’m begging you, she’s a little girl. She doesn’t even know of Ivan… Please.”
When I pull to a stop inside of the garage, I look her square in the eyes. “Don’t worry about her. She’ll be here in an hour or so, and she’s as safe as can be. From us and from Ivan. So are you.”
Getting out of the car, I go to her door and open it. After helping her out by the arm, I stand in front of her for a long time.
She’s small compared to me, tiny really. Somewhere inside of myself I feel this odd desire to wrap her tight in my arms. I want to whisper words of comfort, but that shit won’t work. She needs to know the truth of what’s going on.
If she wasn’t so damn ethereal and beautiful, I would just throw her in the closet and forget about her for a couple of weeks.
Reaching into my pocket, I pull out my folding knife. I snap it open in front of her and she lets out a small gasp.
Taking her hands, I slice through the zip tie.
Taking the cut zip tie with me, I turn away from her before I throw her over my shoulders and carry her off like some fucking caveman.
Fuck, I can’t even explain it but I want to fucking own this woman. I want to carry her up to my bed and mark her and fuck her until she forgets she ever heard the name Ivan.