Night Fury: First Act (Page 25)
Night Fury: First Act (Night Fury #1)(25)
Author: Belle Aurora
Looking Hyke in the eye, I reach into my navy blue blazer and pull out the weapon I chose just for tonight.
His body jerks when he sees it. His eyes widen in shock. “What the f**k is that?”
“A hunting knife,” I respond robotically, holding the ten inch serrated blade up in front of my face.
Hyke swallows hard. “What is this?”
Still on his lap, I lean back on the dash and make myself comfortable. “You have a bad habit, Trenton.” I watch his shocked face morph into sheer terror. I shake my head and continue on a long exhale, “Why couldn’t you just leave those girls alone? They didn’t want you, and you forced them.” My brows rise. “That’s a big no-no, Mr Hyke.”
“That’s a lie,” he hisses. “Every f**king one of them was begging for my cock, just like you were, you little whore.”
“I am a little whore, aren’t I?”
Hyke’s face makes me want to burst into laughter. I lean closer to him and lick his cheek. “I do want your cock, Mr Hyke.” Gripping the front of his shirt, I put on a baby-like voice and ask, “Can I have it, mister?”
His deflated erection begins to harden once again as I grind against it. “You want me to f**k you, Trenton?”
Breathing heavily, he whispers, “Fuck, yes.”
I kiss him then. Deeply, as a lover would. “Okay.”
Without warning, I push the blade into the centre of his gut firm and fast until I can push no farther. I curl my lip. “Be careful what you wish for, Trenton Hyke.”
Fuck you, I did, Mr Hyke. I f**ked you hard.
He tries to fight me, but it’s a pitiful attempt. He stops soon after, resigning to the fact he is dying. And no one will be able to help him. Eyes wide with shock, tears fall over the sides and onto his cheeks. He mutters over and over, “No,” until he coughs, sputters and blood seeps out of his mouth.
I watch as he weakens, pales and wheezes, and finally, he takes his final breath. The light fades from his eyes and I glare at him. “Stupid motherfucker.”
My breath hitches in exhaustion, and I call out to no one in particular, “Come get me.”
Within minutes, a black Mercedes pulls up beside the red truck. I get in and don’t bother greeting Clark.
I put on my seatbelt, turn up the radio and curl up against my door. I sigh to myself. All I want to do is shower and spend some time with Marco.
Chapter Eighteen
Arriving back at Mirage was different this time. There was no congratulations or fanfare as was done after my first job. In fact, Frankie and Ari were already asleep. Bob waited to make sure I wasn’t hurt, but after he did that, he gripped my neck and kissed my forehead, then went to bed himself.
I’m not sure what I was expecting, but coming back to find Marco at his desk glaring at me wasn’t it.
Clark shot me a forced smile. “Goodnight, Cat. I’m glad you’re safe.”
I returned an equally strained smile. “Thanks. Goodnight.”
And now we are alone.
Marco stands so quickly, my breath catches. He strides over to me, jaw set. If looks could kill, I’d be f**ked.
“Wash him off you. Then come to me.”
And it hits me all at once. Oh, wow. He’s pissed at me. I could almost say he’s… I lean back against Clark’s desk and grin. “Are you jealous?”
Marco grins back, only his is cruel and distorted. “I don’t get jealous, kitten. Now, shower.”
I watch him retreat to the hall that leads to his room.
The thought of Marco jealous makes me giddy. I all but run to the shower, undress and then wash myself thoroughly under the lukewarm water.
Only wrapping a towel around me, I carry my clothes and tread lightly down the hall. I don’t bother knocking when I reach Marco’s room. I open the door and quickly slip inside.
I’m greeted by darkness.
A light by the bed turns on, illuminating the room in soft light. When I look to the bed, I have to fight not to swallow my tongue. Marco lies on the bed, arms behind his head, half-covered in only a sheet. His bare torso and legs make my mouth water. I shuffle towards the bed, and when I hit his side, I drop my clothes to the floor and climb over him. Still in my moist towel, I lay on him, wrapping my arms around him. I close my eyes and hope for the best.
Hesitantly, his arms come around me. He holds me tight. Almost too tight. But I love it. My eyes start to feel heavy. My breathing steadies. The lamp light disappears, and Marco runs his fingertips over my back.
Just as I’m about to fall asleep, he kisses my temple. Silence. Then, in a near whisper, “I was jealous.”
I fall asleep with a stupid grin on my face, holding him tightly.
Chapter Nineteen
I wake to soft lips on my cheek. My eyes flutter open to see a smiling Marco standing over me, already dressed for the day. “I have work to do, but you can stay here and sleep if you want.”
Blinking through my fog, I sit up in his bed. “No, I’ll get out of here. Just give me a sec.”
He checks his watch. “Listen, I don’t have the time to wait. Just lock the door from the inside and close it when you leave.”
I nod. “Okay.”
He leans down to me and captures my lips in a slow, needy kiss. I moan into his mouth and he curses, “Fuck. We’ll have to continue this later, honey.”
I like it when he calls me honey.
Kissing me once more, he heads out, leaving me with a wink.
So gorgeous.
The man is magically delicious.
Still groggy from the night before, I quickly gather my clothes from the floor beside the bed and start to dress. But I can’t find my panties.
I look around the bed and behind the frame, but I can’t see them. Under the bed seems most likely, so I fall to my knees with a groan and shove my hand under, feeling around.
It’s too early for this shit.
I don’t feel a thing. Confused, I look everywhere around the room, but come up empty. They have to be somewhere, dammit. Under the bed still seems like the go-to place for missing panties, so I get back on my knees, and this time, I shove my head under the bed.
Aha!
I see them. Pretty far under, but I think I can reach them. I grab hold of them and pull them out, but something comes with them. I quickly dress in my panties and eye the small black wallet.
I should put it back.
Yes. You should.
I’ll just put it back. After I look inside.
I open the wallet and look inside. Blinking, I flip it closed. Then open it again and read. My brows knot.
This can’t be right.