Page 48 of Slaying for Santa
It’s the drugs. It’s thrown me off, and I’m not too proud to admit that maybe I’m a little out of my depth here.
I’ve done zero research for this mark. I have no idea what this guy is really like, but I know by the way he watches me as I turn back to face him, that every thought running through his head is sinister.
“You like kids?” he asks out of the blue, and I glance around again looking for any sign that he’s a dad, and kids reside here. All I find is his two bouncers standing in front of the door, which is the only way out of this room. The other door leads into a small powder room, the light already on and more lines of coke dusting the bench by the sink.
I shrug as I find nothing hinting to kids, glancing back at him. “They’re okay, I guess. Not really my thing.”
He nods once and holds out a glass that I know is spiked, and I shake my head.
“Oh, you didn’t hear me?” I play dumb. “I don’t want a drink, thanks.”
“And you mustn’t have heard me. I said, one more won’t hurt,” he sneers, stepping closer with the glass still held out to me. “Have a drink with me. Relax.”
His insistence is a huge red flag, and I know if I drink that I’ll be more than relaxed. I’ll be out of it.
Nine hundred and twenty days.
Nine hundred and twenty days.
Nine hundred and twenty days.
“I’m plenty relaxed.” I wave him off with a pathetic giggle. “Are we going to fuck here or your bedroom?”
Come on, Snake. Take the bait. Get that horrid cock out again and start thinking with it.
“We will fuck right here,” he smirks, raising the glass a little higher, “after you drink this.”
I giggle stupidly again. “You’re so bossy. Are you like a Daddy Dom or something?”
Ugh, if I have to play this dumb bitch for much longer, I’m going to cut out my own tongue.
“Or something.” Snake’s smile is toothy, and for the first time I notice that some of his teeth are decaying badly.
A nauseous hot sweat blooms at the back of my neck at the thought of having to go near him again.
But I have to. I have to find Libi.
“Here. Have the drink and we can get started.” Snake approaches, moving to hand the glass to me, but I quickly move away, walking towards the bathroom.
“I need to pee first.”
If I can get in there, I can call Kit. Send him my map location and get the fuck out of here.
The words, “stop her,” meet my ears, but I don’t look back as I rush for the small room, and right as I’m about to step inside, two sets of brutal hands grab my arms and haul me backwards.
CHAPTER 15
KIT
It only takesus twenty minutes bar hopping in Cronulla to find the bulk of the Serpent gang partying at the Prince Hotel. They are fucking everywhere. But you know who’s not fucking here?
Snake. Or Bell. Or Libi.
Fuck.
FUCK!
“You know, Bruiser could have this place rigged up in under half an hour,” Wes says next to me, pretending to sip on a beer. “I could position myself across the street on the rooftop to take out any stragglers that manage to escape the explosion.”
