“He-he, uh, didn’t say, sir.” I turned to my computer and hit a couple of buttons. Of course I knew exactly who Jeremy was. I had a special interest in him. My only confusion was why he was calling my work line.
I ran a financial firm during the day. Most of my customers needed help washing their dirty money to stay off the radar. I did have a few legit ones, but Jeremy wasn’t one of them.
Entering the name, I waited for the information to load before scanning it quickly.
I grunted. “Put it through.”
“Yes, sir.”
I picked the phone up and waited. Normally clients called me directly for two reasons, to either pay back their debt early or to piss me off because they couldn’t afford to hold up their end of the bargain.
I sat in my blacked-out Range Rover. My tint was dark enough that even if someone saw me sitting outside the house they couldn’t see who was inside, not that I was worried. I observed my prey as she staggered out of her car and up the walkway that led to her door. This was unlike her, getting sloppy drunk. It made me wonder just what was going on inside her pretty little head. She was my good girl, pure but jaded at the same time.
I clenched my jaw at how irresponsible she was, not being sober enough to watch her surroundings. Anyone could have taken advantage of her and she wouldn’t have been able to do a thing about it. She was dressed in a skirt so short I was sure one wrong move would have her pussy out. The shirt she wore stopped just under her breasts.
She fumbled with her keys and giggled to herself. My brows furrowed seeing the driver’s side of her car open and a man stepped out, the same man I watched her leave the bar with. He walked to the door and towered over her. His hand covered hers and he grabbed the keys, unlocking the door.
My hand brushed over my five o clock shadow, rubbing against the rough texture. The vein in my neck throbbed as my hand rolled back and forth over my steering wheel. Heat flooded my body watching the two disappear inside the house.
I waited a couple of seconds before making my move. Rolling my neck between my shoulders, I grabbed the door handle of my truck. Just as I was about to step out, I paused, seeing the man had stepped back outside and made his way to the car. His phone was to his ear and he opened the door, peeking inside as if he was looking for something.
Making sure my gun was tucked in the back of my pants, I slid my black leather gloves on and looked left and right, checking out the clear street once I was out of the car. The ground was wet from the rain earlier and it was humid out.
I stalked across the street. The closer I got to the man, the more my blood boiled and my taste for blood increased. I could hear his laughs and bragging on how he was about to fuck her, but what he didn’t know was leaving the bar with someone who didn’t belong to him was going to adeadly mistake.
“Yeah, it’s starting to take effect. When I get in the house she should be passed out and I’ll send y’all a text to slide through.” He laughed. “Hell yeah. I know that bitch gotta have some good pussy. Did you see how fine she was? Bet.” He hung up and stood straight.
Before he was able to turn around, I grabbed him from behind and wrapped my arm around his neck, placing him in a sleeper hold. He struggled and hit my arm a couple of times before his movements became sluggish. Eventually his body went slack and sagged against me.
Turning him, I tossed his body over my shoulder, making sure to pocket his phone, and walked back to my truck. I would make sure his friends who thought they would get a sample ofmy piewere taken care of too. No one touched what was mine, even if she didn’t know it yet.
My head was spinning as I grabbed the plate for my table and moved throughout the diner. I wasn’t sure what happened last night, but I woke up passed out in my bed, feeling like I was run over by a semi-truck. All I remembered beforehand was going to the bar not too far from my house. I didn’t even remember drinking that much, but I must have if I woke up as hungover as I did. Last night was fuzzy and I wasn’t even sure how I got home safely. It was completely out of character for me.
“Here you go, Mr. Smith. Can I get you anything else? Fresh coffee?” He lifted his mug. “Still hot. Thanks, doll.” He winked at me.
I gave him a forced smile and nodded. “I’ll be back to check on you then.”
Mr. Smith was a regular here at Sunny Side. He came faithfully every Sunday morning, attempting to flirt with me as if he wasn’t old enough to be my daddy. I only worked here in the morning on weekends and Wednesdays since I had class everyday but that one during the week.
After checking the rest of my tables, I walked to the back through the flap doors to my tumbler that held my tea. I sighed as the still hot beverage pierced my throat and filed through me.
“I got that sampler for you, Azeira.” I looked over my shoulder and David, one of the cooks, had a plate in his hand for me. “Oh you’re god sent.” The smell alone made my stomach rumble. I had taken painkillers this morning to help my headache, now I needed something on my stomach.
“Azeira, table nine is asking for you,” one of the other waitresses called out to me as she came in.
I groaned just as I finished pouring the syrup on my pancakes. I scooped up some eggs instead and shoved them in my mouth.
“Okay.” I wiped my forehead with the back of my hand.
If I could get through these next four hours without the room spinning or puking my guts out, I would be happy.
I stood outside my dad’s office with my ear to the door, straining to hear him. Whatever conversation he was having seemed to be serious.
“Yes, Mr. Navarro. I understand, sir.” My eyes bucked at the name. While I had never seen him in the flesh, I had heard the name and usually nothing good surrounded it. “I’ll have it for you. Sorry for any inconvenience I might have caused.”
When I felt the coast was clear, I knocked on the door and pushed it open. My dad sat at his desk with a pile of money on top. Stress was written all over his face as he held the phone in his hand tightly.
“Daddy?” I called out.
