Page 103 of Rest In Pieces

She walks over to the mini fridge and pulls out a dozen small bottles of alcohol. “You want one?”

“No, I don’t drink and ride.”

Hannibal shakes his head, but I don’t miss the way he’s checking her out. Not that I can blame him, not when she’s wearing a tiny nightie. I might be taken, but I’m not blind.

She twists the cap off one of the bottles and downs it, tossing the empty bottle onto the bed before crossing her arms under her tits, pushing them up, drawing our attention to the fact that she’s not wearing a bra.

“I’m sorry if Amity’s mad that I dragged you out of bed.”

She says the words, but I’m pretty sure she’s not sorry at all. She might be terrified of her stalker, but I have no doubt she’s using the situation to her advantage.

“What happened?” I ask, ignoring her apology.

“It’s like I said in my text. I swear I feel like I’m being watched. I don’t know if it’s my imagination or if I’m just being paranoid. Then there was knocking on the door, but when I looked through the peephole, there was nobody there. It happened three times. I didn’t know if it was a kid or if someone was trying to lure me outside. I didn’t know what else to do or who to call.”

“There’s a prospect downstairs,” I remind her gently.

She shakes her head. “I looked, but couldn’t see him.”

I groan. “Something knocked over the trash cans, and he went to investigate, but there was nobody there. Probably an animal or something.”

“Yeah, probably,” she whispers.

“Why don’t you try and get some sleep?”

She shakes her head. “I won’t be able to sleep now. Every time I close my eyes, I picture someone sneaking in here and choking me to death while I sleep.”

I look at Hannibal, who shrugs.

“Hannibal can stay.”

Hannibal glares at me, but I ignore him.

“No offense, Mr. Hannibal, but I don’t know you. Can you stay, Genesis? You’re the only one I really feel safe with.”

I grit my teeth, wondering how the fuck I end up in these situations. If she thinks this is going to end with me in her bed, she’s sadly mistaken. I wouldn’t risk what I have with Amity for a quick fuck with her.

“We’ll both stay. Go to sleep. Me and Hannibal will be here keeping an eye out.”

She hesitates, like she wants to say more, but thankfully doesn’t. She just nods and turns to pick up the alcohol bottles off the bed.

Looking around the room, the only other place to sit besides the bed is an ugly sofa that looks as comfortable as a pile of bricks. So, I settle on the floor at the foot of the bed, and Hannibal drops down beside me.

“You think the stalker guy was here?” he murmurs as Monica moves around the room.

“I don’t know. It’s possible. If I had my laptop, I’d see if I could hack into the camera feed, but it’ll have to wait until I get home.”

He looks at his watch, leans back, and closes his eyes as Monica climbs into bed.

“Genesis, can you turn the light off, please?”

With a sigh, I get up and walk over to the light switch. I turn to make sure she’s ready and look away quickly when I see, by the way she’s laying, that she’s not wearing any underwear.

I flick off the light and head back over to my spot on the floor. I sink down next to Hannibal and close my eyes. I might as well catch a few hours of sleep now because something tells me it’s going to be a long fucking day.

Hannibal has Monica on the back of his bike as we ride to the set when he signals that he needs to pull over.

We pull in at a small rest stop, and I watch as he gets off his bike and starts pacing, glancing at Monica as she struggles to keep the bike balanced. She’s wearing a pair of short shorts and a white tank top with snaps between her boobs that are open enough to show a lot of cleavage. The outfit’s not suitable for riding, but she threw a shit fit when we asked her to change.

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