Page 32 of Free-Falling
“Hi Layla. How are you? Long time no see.”
Layla blinks. “Ains-, Ainslee? What are you doing here? Are you here with Jagger?” She spots the two men behind me and must spot the other three that just exited the other range. She blanches.
“May I come in?” I ask. “I dare you to say no.” I bite my lip. “I mean I brought cupcakes and everything.”
Layla rapidly blinks, contemplating it for a minute, and then she opens her door. I step in, and I walk down the empty hallway into the living room. Everything is in boxes. I walk over to the glass coffee table and I take a seat. I place my bag and cupcakes down. I fold one leg over the other. Layla’s eyes connect to the double strapped thigh garter clipped to my stockings. She must wonder if it stops there.
I look down at my manicured fingernails. The blush pink color clashes with my outfit, but that’s okay. “Tell me, Layla, how much were you paid to fuck my husband?”
She rears her head back. “He told you? Your husband? That was fast. You hate him.”
I smirk. “Yes, my husband. How much?” I ask again.
“Te-, Ten, Ten thousand.” She answers.
“A month? That’s it?”
“No, a week.”
I clap my hands, laughing hard. “You fucked Jagger for that low price? Shit, and you still left him and didn’t fall in love? Did he not sex you the same way he did me?”
Layla opens her mouth but shuts it. I signal to Mikonos. He knows what I want. He gestures to one of the other guys, one of them the blonde passes me a gun with a silencer already screwed on. I aim right at her. “You know… When I first learned to shoot, I sucked. Like my aim was waaaay off.” I say and I shoot right past her ear. She screams, but the brunette male standing right beside her grabs her. He knows I’m a great shot, so he’s not really fazed. “See, oops.” I giggle.
Layla cries. “Please, please, don’t kill me.” She pleads.
I put the gun down, replacing it with one of my cupcakes. I take a little of icing off with my finger and lick it. “Why? Why shouldn’t I kill you?”
“I’m sorry. I, I’ll do anything?”
“Hmm… Anything you say?” I ask, losing interest in her and focusing on my cupcake for a second.
Layla cries harder. “Yes!”
I look up at her with disgust in my gaze. “Get on your knees, bitch. Beg me to let you live. Give me a good reason not to put a gun to your head.”
Layla gets on her knees with no persuasion and I know she’s a weak bitch. She’s begging, but I’ve stopped hearing her. I pull out my cell and dial Jagger. As the phone rings, I look at Layla.
“Shh, I’m making a call.” Layla shuts up right away.
“Baby, I knew you’d break and call me first. Not even three hours without me and you can’t handle it?”
I snicker. “Shut the fuck up, Jag. Tell me something, you sure you don’t want me to put out a hit on Layla? I really don’t mind.” I reassure Jagger.
He chuckles. “Ains, it’s all right. She’s not relevant enough to me.”
“But you’re relevant to me, Jag and she hurt you. I don’t like that. I don’t let people mess with people I love but fine, if that’s what you want then I’ll do that. I gotta go.” I hang up and focus on Layla.
Layla is staring at me like I shot her or something. “What?”
“You love him?” She whispers.
“Love who?” I ask.
“Jagger? You just said…”
I take a bite into my cupcake and tilt my head thinking about it. “Huh. Okay? Well then, my work here is, done.”
I stand up, grabbing my stuff and walk up to Layla. I crouch down to her level. Using the nozzle of the silencer to make her look up. “You don’t deserve him, bitch. He isn’t yours to hurt anymore. If I ever catch you sniffing around the Hanlons, I will bury you so deep in the ocean, they’ll never find you. Just know this, theanything you’ll dois leave Arthur Hanlon. He is no longer your man and oh! News flash, honey, Jagger Hanlon has more money than his father but you’re too stupid to know that, aren’t you? Donate all the money you have and leave with what you came with. Disappear and make sure you’re not anywhere near here. I’ll know if you don’t. Next time, I’ll kill you with no warning. Dumb bitch.”
