Page 29 of Wraith
Chapter Twenty-Seven
“Itakeit the girl is still in thecell?”
“Yes,sir.”
“I see.” Roman’s voice is low, steady, as if he wants to say more. The plan with Kinkaid has held steady so far. It’s been nearly five months since his apartment lit up with an electrical fire killing the poor bastard inside. Five months since Doyle paid me a fair sum for the kill and one owed favor I have yet to cashin.
“Is there a problem with how I treat mypet?” I keep my words respectful but the last one leaves a sour taste in my mouth as it alwaysdoes.
“No problem per say. Just a little annoyed that I am footing the bill for the bitch’s room and board and all she does is sit down there and eat,” he barks standing from his desk. “I kept you around because you were useful. What does she do? Huh? You aren’t fucking her,” hesnaps.
“She is a teenager,” I spit back. My defiance grows as disgust churns in mystomach.
“Have you ever had yourself some virgin pussy? Good stuff. Don’t know what you’re missing,” he tuts crossing his arms over his chest. They barely reach one another because of his pot belly. “Tell you what, you move the bitch from the room into your apartment. Give her a job, maybe fuck her a little and I will overlook the fact that she is living here rentfree.”
“You said she was mine. Mine to do with as Iplease—”
“WhatIfucking please, is for you to realize your place and do as I say! Now get the fuck out. The girl gets a job or I’m giving her to Trenton!” he yells into my face before backing away to situate himself behind his desk once again. I don’t give him anymore of my anger. Instead I stomp my way down the hall and the stairs to her door and swing it open. Her startled gasp greets me as she jolts from the bed and tries to cover herself with herblanket.
“Up. Let’s go,” I order, waiting only second before grabbing her up and out of the bed. I don’t touch her hair though. It has gotten much longer since I shaved it away, nearly past her shoulders now. She doesn’t say a word as I lead her through the halls and outside where she freezes in the daylight, nearly dropping to the ground. Her hands shoot up over her eyes to block out the bright light. Cursing myself for being so stupid, I pick her up into my arms and carry her the rest of the way to my apartment. Pushing away the fact she has her head nestled in the crook of my arm, shielding her face from the harsh light. Swinging the door open I drop her down onto her feet and make my way past her inside. “Here,” I grab a pair of sunglasses and place them over her eyes, “I forgot how bright the sun can be after so long underground,” I tell her apologetically and start toleave.
“Thank you,” her small voice calls out as I step out of theapartment.
“You can take my bed for now. Make yourself useful and clean. The laundry room is downstairs,” I growl closing the door behindme.
This is going to be such a clusterfuck.
