Page 11 of Touch Her and Die
I clenched my jaw and glared at the prick, turning away from the suit. For crap’s sake, thinking this guy could ever be anyone’s daddy, just gross. The two men glared at each other, and I couldn’t stop myself from following the suit again. Who’s goon was he? I swear he winked and then?
“Sorry, rainbow,” he said and took a step back.
What the ever-loving fuck?
“What did you say?” I tried to pull away from the douche-canoe and he pulled me in harder.
The suit spoke one more time as he slowly backed away. “I just apologized to you, miss. Have a good night.”
The douche grabbed my thigh a little too hard for my liking and I reached down for his hand, finding a pressure point.
“Ouch. Damn, sweetie, you certainly have a grip on you.”
I looked back to find the suit, but he was gone.
I swear he’d said rainbow. Shit. Was he Parks’ guy? Was I just wishing? I was screwed. I needed him out of my head. Maybe, if that guy was related to Parks in any way, I should just give him something newsworthy to report.
“Tell you what, daddy. Take me home and I’ll show you what else my grip can do.”
His breathing stuttered against my cheek.
“Sure, sure. Lacy, here comes my guy. Hold on for me a minute, sweetheart.”
I put back on the pout and watched as he took a small little drive from inside his coat pocket and passed it off to a guy, who in turn handed him an envelope. I needed to know what was on that drive.
As he walked back, he tucked the money into his coat and glanced up at me.
“Ready to head out, sweetie?”
I nodded and took his hand.
“What do you do for a living, Mr...?” I asked.
He wrapped his arm around my waist.
“I think I prefer daddy better than mister. And why don’t I show you what I do for a living?”
He shuffled me along and I let him. The knives hidden under the jacket sleeves and the one between my breasts gave me all the confidence I needed.
As we stepped out on the stinky streets, he looked up and down the street. Not too many people around and not too many cabs. A car pulled up around the corner and I paused. It looked awfully familiar. But as it pulled up, the guy nodded.
“This is the car.”
I looked at it.
“From what?”
He smiled.
“Oh, you are naïve, aren’t you?”
I just play it, but really, what the hell?
“A car service. It’s like Uber, but for people who actually want nice cars, sweetie. With me, you’d never have to settle.”
I wanted to roll my eyes and tell him I was settling for a tiny pencil dick with him. If he got that far.
I swear the guy in the driver’s seat looked really similar to the guy who had knocked into my new man at the bar. Different jacket though. I grabbed my victim’s face and turned it towards me.
