Page 8 of Pretty Little Disaster

“Glad we’re on the same page.” He nods his head before rushing back inside to join his family and I watch him get further away and wonder how the hell I’m ever going to tell him thatwe’re nowhere near to being on the same page, we’re in different fucking books.

NIC

“You're a hard man to track down,Pearce.”I lean forward from the backseat where I’ve been hiding when he eventually gets into the driver's seat of his SUV.

“Wh…who are you?” His voice trembles when he feels the barrel of my Glock press into the back of his skull.

“Me? I’m about to become your worst fucking nightmare. Now, get driving.” I keep my weapon against him as he pulls out of the parking lot and onto the main street. Lucky for me, this flash cunt has blacked-out windows so I’ll go undetected.

“Where am I driving to?” he asks nervously as his eyes flick up to his rearview mirror.

“Get on the freeway and head west,” I tell him, trying my best to remain calm. I’ve waited weeks for this and I won’t blow his brains out before I make him suffer.

“If it’s money?—”

“I don’t want your money,” I cut him off.

“Well, if it’s not that, what is it?” The bastard sounds as if he’s going to cry and when I look behind us to check we’re not being followed, my hood drops and I hear him gasp.

“It’s you! The…The psycho from the club.” He says his thoughts out loud.

“You want to watch who you’re calling a psycho there, Tim.” I use his real name this time. “Howarethe wife and kids?”

“Now, you…whatever this is, you leave them out of this.”

“Does your wife know about your online dating habits, Tim?” I talk over him. “Does she know about the drugs you’ve been slipping into the drinks of the women you met up with?” I make an indent in his scalp when I think about what might have happened to Lorna had I not been there to intervene that night. How her sweet, innocent pussy could have so easily been taken by him, instead of me. In fact, I’ve been obsessed with the thought since that morning I dropped her home.

“No…no. My wife knows nothing.” He shakes his head and starts to fucking cry.

“You weak-ass pussy, having to drug a girl to get her to sleep with you. Scared of your wife. Scared of me. You know what, Tim? If I were you, I think I’d have to pretend to be someone else, too.”

“Who are you?”

“I work for Dario DeMarco, and Dario does not tolerate people who try to drug unsuspecting females in his club.”

“I…I didn’t d–”

“Save your breath, we’ve got cameras at all angles. I went back and watched you fucking do it.”

All hope leaves his body in the next heavy breath he makes.

“So, what is this, you drive me out somewhere remote, and then you shoot me?” He keeps flicking his eyes between the road and the mirror where my eyes are peering at him.

“Nowyou're catching on.” I laugh to myself as he continues driving along the freeway.

“You can’t kill me. I…just let me speak to this Dario guy. Let me apologize to him and the girl.”

Of course, that can’t happen. For starters, Dario knows nothing about this. If he did, it would mean I had to own up togiving a shit, and there is no way I was prepared to do that. I’m not even prepared to do that to myself.

“You will never see the girl again.” I lean forward and snarl in his ear. I don’t know how to describe the feeling that thinking about him touching her gives me. I know what envy feels like, and this far surpasses it. Whatever it is, is making me mad enough to want to blow this cunt’s brains all over the interior of his station wagon.

“Therehasto be an arrangement we can come to.”

“Take the next exit,” I ignore him, offering him further instruction, and when he checks his mirror and flicks on the indicator, I calculate in my head that we only have a few more miles to go.

“Please, reason with me. I have a family. A wife, two daughters.”

“Two daughters. You know what, Tim? That makes me want to kill you even more. How would you feel if one of those girls of yours went out for a drink with a guy they trusted and he slipped something in her drink? How would you feel if that guy intended on fucking your daughter without her consent?” I watch his eyes drop to his lap and leave him to think about that while we make the rest of our journey.

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