Page 131 of Lost
“You fucking whore! I won’t let you defile me,” she growls.
Snorting, I roll my eyes. “Oh baby, oh baby. Not on your fucking life, Emilia. What am I supposed to find arousing about you? The high and mighty Karen behavior? The turkey chin that warbles when you talk? The newly bleached hair that’s been badly permed?” I taunt. “What the fuck are you going to do now that you’re done in this town.”
My eyesight doesn’t move from her, but I force myself to listen to Harold fighting with Trevor. The MC member is built like a brick shithouse, and they’re currently fighting in the very tight quarters of the alley. Lord help me. I was hoping for less drama today.
Emilia tries to buck my body off, but is simply too weak to do so as I smile smugly at her.
“It’s clear that you hire the dregs of society for your muscle,” I muse.
The said “muscle” yells at me, but Trevor is keeping him busy enough that he can’t hurt me.
Emilia tries to spit at me, and I backhand her.
“That’s not very lady-like. What’s your next move, bitch? Your little dictatorship is over. Are you going to start strictly selling human ‘inventory’?” I ask her.
“I have options!” she yells shrilly at me.
“Like your Uncle Roberto?” I laugh. “That’s adorable. He’s dead, Emilia. He won’t protect you, and neither will his children. As we speak, his sons are dismantling an auction house.”
“They would never,” she hisses. “I’m family.”
“I guess that being publicly humiliated trumps that.”
In a rare show of strength, she yanks her hands away and rolls me onto my back. Emilia gets one punch in on my side before I lose patience and draw my knife from my sleeve.
All I see is her blood, and nothing else will suffice. She’s shriveled up and burned my last goddamned nerve when it comes to her nasty self.
My knife sinks into her side, and she tries to kick me in the face as she falls back. The cuntcicle was pretending that she was this frail woman. I should have known honestly.
This was too easy.
“Harold, she stabbed me,” Emilia wails, and the giant man turns and runs for her. Swinging her into his arms, he races for the back of the alley and gets away as I shake my head.
What does she have on him that he’s helping her?
“Hollis,” Trevor grunts, limping over to help me stand. “Are you okay?”
“The bitch took my favorite knife,” I grumble. “Otherwise, yes, I’m fine.”
Reaching down, I pick up my bag and dig out my phone. Oh, I did call Cian. Look at that.
“Hi, Cian,” I sigh. “Did you hear all of that?” I ask.
“Where the fuck is your guard? I swear to God, I’m going to kill him and use his ground up body as fertilizer for my garden,”he growls.
Looking sympathetically at Trevor, I sigh.
“My guard is right here. I have this odd feeling that the police officer who told Briar that she couldn’t park in front of my office was working for Emilia,” I explain. “Emilia pulled me into an alley while I was walking to meet him. She had one of the thugs who curb stomped me into the pavement after the mixer.”
“Meatheads,”he says.“It’s time to clip her assistance. I have the emblem of their motorcycle club. I’m going to track them down and get some answers before I wipe them off the map.”
“Awww, that’s so sweet,” I tease him as he practically snorts with anger at me. He’s like a fire breathing dragon right now.
“Have Trevor and Briar take you to your date if you’re going, and then tell them to come see me. I want a debrief,”he says.
Wincing at Trevor, I nod. “Will do. I’m not hurt, Cian. Be gentle.”
“I’m going to yell at them, not fuck them,”he mutters, making me throw my head back and laugh.“Well, if you can poke fun at me, then you’re obviously not hurt. You have added several gray hairs to my ever graying hair. Oh, I caught what you said about the auctions. We need to reach out to Nico to see what the status is of the one he promised to dismantle. Go on your date first, business later. The universe seems to enjoy fucking up your fun. Please don’t let it.”
