Camouflage (Predator and Prey #1)

by Angelica Chase

  “You lied to me! Cheated on me and used me to peddle your filthy fucking drugs!” Rage burned through me from the years of hell I’d endured, believing in him, in us, in what we had.

  “Where is it?” he said, unaffected by my words as he began to pat me down.

  “Go to hell!” I screamed as he threw me on the bed and pinned me.

  “Maybe I’m there, Red,” he spat over me, his large terrifying pupils a sign of every monster I’d ever faced. “Maybe this is hell, and maybe I’ll get a better seat or earn my keep by taking what I should have from you a long time ago.”

  On his knees, he ripped at my jeans as I kicked him hard in the stomach.

  “Fucking bitch,” he roared as he reared back and braced his hands above my face.

  “Do it. Make it easier on me,” I challenged. Boiling over, I couldn’t stop the anger and I let it take me over.

  He looked at the red he’d already stained on my face and broke. “Fuck, I’m sorry, I’m so sorry. But I can’t let you leave, Red. I can’t.”

  I pulled my piece out of my hoodie and pointed it at him. Never in all our years together had I ever thought it would come to this. What we’d just done could never be undone. We’d just hit a whole new level of fucked up. Everything inside me screamed for me to stop, that the person I had the gun trained on was Laz, that he loved me and would never hurt me. Still, I let the anger win and kept it on him as I backed away from the bed and he sprang to his feet.

  “You stupid fucking slut! Who the fuck do you think you are! You are no better than me! If you leave me like this, I will find you. I will kill you.”

  “You won’t find me, Lazarus, and do you know why? Because you won’t have any idea where to look.”

  “You think your sumtin’ with that scholarship, dontcha’? Well, I have news for you. They can smell trash. They’ll be able to smell you a mile away. I’m all you’ve got.”

  “No, Laz, you are all you’ve got. Insult me again, and I will blow a hole through you.”

  “Fucking whore, you—”

  I aimed and pulled the trigger, shooting a clean hole through his thigh. His agonizing cries only fueled me as I squeezed again, this time clipping his ear.

  I opened the door of the hotel room then looked him in the eye. “You stay away from me and stay the fuck away from Amber or I’ll come back and finish the job.”

  “Red, don’t...please.” The voice belonged to the boy I used to know. As I looked into his eyes, I saw equal parts affection and hatred for me. He didn’t want me to belong elsewhere and that was where the hatred stemmed from. The affection was something we’d started years ago and would never go away, regardless of how completely screwed up our relationship was now. Even through all of it, I still cared for him. As I stood in the doorway, prepared to leave and never lay eyes on him again, I let my feelings show, but only briefly.

  “I can’t stay. I told you that. I’m sorry.” He shed a single tear as he glared up at me.

  “I’ll come for you,” he warned.

  “No, you won’t.” His shoulders stiffened as his greasy hair spilled over his face. He looked down at his worn shoes in defeat. I lowered my gun and walked out the door.

  Thirteen years ago, I walked out the door that I was currently mesmerized by. I had no idea what to expect when I walked through it now. I stared at the dented metal door and realized time had stood completely still in Dyer, always had. Nothing had improved or changed in any way. It was the land that life had forgotten. The eerie feeling I had now was the same damned dread that stayed with me from day to day while I dwelled here. Even the night air seemed stale.

  Taking a deep breath, I tucked Leroy deep into the back of my pants and the pocket sized pistol in my bra. Laz now knew where I lived. He probably knew of my success and wealth. What I was unsure of was whatever charade he intended to play out here. I could not bring this personal war back to Charleston if I intended to move on with my life.

  I tested the door and it opened easily. Instantly cringing at the sight before me, I pressed through, shutting the door behind me.

  “Fuck, now it’s going to get good. Jesus, Red, you are fucking perfect.” I met his eyes dead on as he fisted the red hair of who I assumed was my sister as she sucked his cock. With one hand, he led her and with the other he held a glock to her temple. Body tense and ready to strike, I was about to reach for my gun when I heard a whimper in the corner of the room. I turned to see Amber cowering in a chair, eyes wide as she looked between Laz and I.

  “Remember the first time you did this, Red?” He snickered as he pulled his cock out of his victim’s mouth and spilled over her chin. “Damn, I needed that. Thank you, baby.”

  “Never pictured you as one to hold a woman at gun point to get off,” I said, taking him in. Laz was still beautiful despite apparent years of abusing his body. He had grown taller, more muscular, and had a wall of tattoos on his etched chest. Most of them looked to be angels and demons. His hair was a little longer than I remembered, but his eyes were the same true blue.

  “Long time, baby,” he said with a wicked grin as he zipped his fly. “How you been?”

  “Amber, my car is parked out front. Why don’t you go get in it. Me and Laz will have a chat.”

  “I don’t think so. I mean, who would want to miss the reunion?” he said, pulling the girl who still had yet to clean him off of her chin to her feet. “And don’t worry, Red, Lucy here is the one who gets off on sucking cock at gun point.”

  Lucy!

  She turned to me, an empty shell, a meth addict, and a far cry from the proud rich girl I’d known since I was a kid. Meth had apparently claimed her, too. Jesus, didn’t anyone ever leave this place?

  “Tell me what you want straight out. I’ll give it to you and be on my way.”

  “I want you to suffer,” he said heatedly as he wiped Lucy’s mouth with a towel. She looked zombified as she walked slowly over to where her discarded dress lay on the floor and slipped it on. Without a word, she left the room.

  “So, Harvard, huh? Here I was trying to rub dimes together to make millions when I could have married my winning lottery ticket.”

  “So it’s money you want,” I said quickly. “I have plenty. How much to buy you out of my life?”

  If I didn’t know better, I would say he looked hurt.

  “After all the time we spent together as kids, I don’t mean anything to you, do I?”

  “No,” I said quickly, glancing at Amber. She was shaking and gray and looked eerily like me. If we weren’t years apart, we could have pass for twins, except her eyes were brown, mine were green.

  “Laz, I’ve been in the car thirteen hours. Trust me, I’ve suffered. Tell me how to end this,” I pleaded as he gave me a weary look, wiped his chest then pulled on a t-shirt.

  I walked over to my sister and grabbed her hand. She looked at me with soulless eyes. “You made her smoke!”

  “Fuck no. She put the pipe to her mouth herself. I simply lit it for her like a gentlemen.”

  I pulled my gun without a second thought as Laz grinned at me.

  “Ah, so here we are full circle. How is that temper of yours helping you in the workforce? Are your employees dodging bullets?”

  “I got the fuck out of here to make something of myself. You could have done the same.” I gripped Ambers arm, pulling her from the chair and moved toward the door.

  “The party is just getting started. Don’t leave yet,” he said, arms out and palms up. For the first time since I entered the room, I felt a pang of fear. This was too easy.

  “What’s waiting for me outside the door, Laz?”

  He winked and plucked a cigarette from the dresser next to him.

  “You were high and you hit me. You deserved that bullet. This can’t be about a bruise I gave you thirteen fucking years ago!”

  He flicked his Zippo and I saw the deep pock marks on his face for the first time illuminated by the fires light. He blew out smoke and tapped his temple
. “Smart woman. Okay, I’ll give you a fighting chance. I’ve set up a type of obstacle course for you. If you can make it out of Dyer tonight with your sister in tow, I’ll list my demands and we’ll conduct our business then I’ll be on my way.”

  “And if I fail?”

  “This isn’t the type of course you want to fail, Red.”

  “Why the fuck are you doing this?”

  “I jumped through hoops for you. You can play hopscotch for me.” His words were cold as he took a long look at Amber. “See you later.”

  The words escaped my mouth before I could weigh them. “I could just shoot you.”

  “You could.” He nodded, taking another drag of his cigarette, and stretching his arms over his head. “Well, what are you waiting for?”

  “Damn you to hell, Laz.”

  “Like I told you the day you left me bleeding in this hotel room, this is hell, but now I rule it.” His grin was evil and his eyes were filled with hate ...for me.

  I rolled my eyes as Amber began to shake and scratch. She was withdrawing. “Can you walk?”

  She nodded as I opened the door, gun pointed in every direction as I shut it quickly behind me, walking Amber to the car and shoving her inside. I hauled ass to the driver’s seat and pulled out like a bat out of hell only to be tailed.

  Welcome back to the wild west.

  I gunned the Chevelle as I drilled my sister. “Is it true? Is he running the town?”

  She looked at me with wide eyes and laughed dryly. “He’s running all of Gibson county.”

  Hearing gunfire, I dropped the car into gear and skidded to a halt on a bridge in front of a razored tire strip.

  “Jesus,” I whispered as the car blazing bullets gained on us. Having no choice, I put the car in reverse and told Amber to get down. I grabbed Leroy from the console and put the barrel against my forehead in prayer. I yelled at Amber on the floor, “Stay down!”

  This made no goddamn sense. If Laz wanted me dead, why wouldn’t he do it himself? I had no clue why he would drag me thirteen hours to release the hounds of hell when he could’ve done the honors himself. It dawned on me then, he had no intention of letting me die tonight.

  He was playing with me.

  And even as certain as I was, the men on the other end of the guns had no idea I was onto them. I stopped the car just as they approached and got out, placing myself between the Chevelle and the vehicle racing toward me. I took aim and began to open fire as bullets buzzed several feet away from me. These idiots were either trying to miss or really horrible shots, and I’d bet my life on my first conclusion.

  Laz really should have warned them who they were up against.

  I stood perfectly still and took aim with my exhale, opting for a Hail Mary shot to the front tire and my bullet ripped through it just as an SUV came out of nowhere and t-boned right into them. My enemies flipped repeatedly until they landed on their side. A dark figure exited the SUV and jumped onto the crushed car, pulling open the door and firing inside. I hauled ass back into the Chevelle and pulled away, certain that Laz would not be happy with the outcome and that he’d picked the wrong night to play cat and mouse with me. His enemies clearly had no issue interrupting our game. I ran to clear the path of the tire shredder and then took off like a shot, thankful for my lust for fast cars. I drove aimlessly through roads my GPS couldn’t lead me out of, cursing and keeping my eyes fixed on the rearview.

  “Amber, if you happen to know where the hell we might be, now is the time to speak up.” As much as I’d like to think I knew these roads like the back of my hand, it had been too many years. I was completely lost. She stared straight ahead as I tried to snap her out of her dazed state. “Amber!” She leaned forward just as I yelled and emptied her stomach on my dash and floorboard as I went into panic mode.

  Two days ago, I was leading the corporate world, with endless resources at my fingertips. Today, I had pulled my gun three times and was toting my sick, meth addicted sister around the country, lost and completely alone. I pulled the car to a slow stop keeping the car idle as Amber recovered.

  “Well, this isn’t exactly how I pictured this would go.” I laughed softly, glancing over at Amber who was still retching, the putrid smell filling the cabin of my car. I rolled down my window and pulled the fresh air through my nose. “I thought we could start with something simple like, ‘Hello, how have you been?’ and then move on to the questions like ‘Are you married? Any children?’ ” I looked over at Amber who was staring at me like I’d grown another head. “I can see now those aren’t exactly the right questions.” I was rambling nervously and it only made the situation worse when I wouldn’t shut up.

  “Or how about, ‘How’s mama? She dead yet?’ ”

  Finally my sister spoke up. “Yes.”

  I shot back a little in my seat, taken aback by her words and not sure I wanted the details, so I asked another question.

  “How did Laz find out about me contacting you?”

  “He looked through my phone.”

  I crossed my arms and let out a breath. “Jesus, Amber, you actually socialize with him!”

  “He’s been watching over me since you left.”

  I turned on the cabin light, grabbed a water bottle out of the back seat, and handed it to her. She drank it slowly and said a quiet “thank you.”

  Before I had a chance to ask any more questions, she opened her door and threw up again.

  “How long have you been using? Be honest.”

  “Years.”

  “Jesus, Amber, after—”

  She pulled the hair away from her face as she glared at me. “I appreciate the maternal concern and all, but do I really need to point out now is not the time.”

  “No, I guess—”

  Before I had a chance to register what was happening, I was pulled out of my car by a dark shadow. I struggled and reached for my gun as the words he spoke knocked the wind out of me.

  “Taylor Ellison, do you mind telling me what in the FUCK IS GOING ON?!” I paused in my struggle to look into the eyes of my lover and sagged in relief against him.

  We walked a small distance away from the Chevelle as Daniello eyed Amber in the front seat.

  “Your sister,” he concluded as I turned to face him and nodded.

  I breathed in his scent as it felt unnatural in the environment we were in and looked him over in the contrast of my headlights. He was dressed casually in jeans, a black t-shirt, and boots, and looked absolutely beautiful. I realized again that I had missed him and knew that was dangerous. The how and why he was here as he stood in front of me were far too much for me to wrap my head around. I hadn’t noticed the glock in his hand until now, but the curiosity written all over his face was the most intriguing.

  As much as the time didn’t call for it, all I wanted to do was melt into his arms, kiss him endlessly, and fuck him until I was covered in the smell of his soap.

  Then I realized the SUV that had just saved my ass belonged to him.

  “I thought you weren’t going to save me anymore.”

  He grinned, suddenly amused as he answered me. “A woman brave enough to step out in front of a moving vehicle full of bad guys while she fires a magnum deserves some help.”

  I smiled back as we both chuckled together inappropriately.

  “Who the fuck are you, Taylor Ellison?” He didn’t want an answer as he stepped toward me with kind and ever amused eyes.

  “Who the fuck are you?” I countered, just as intrigued.

  “Amon Daniello Stamatio Di Giovanni.” I cupped my mouth to stifle my laughter.

  “I know it ridiculous,” he smiled.

  “It’s ridiculous. Or it is ridiculous.”

  “I save your life and you still correct my English.” He gripped the back of my head, pulling me an inch from his lips. “I fucking need to feel this mouth.” I moaned in agreement as his lips crushed mine in a need-filled kiss. I opened for him and gripped his huge biceps as he pulled my taut body to
his. Just as I was about to start begging to shed clothes, he pulled away.

  “Come on, I will take you back to Charleston.”

  “I can’t leave,” I confessed, staring at the sharp grass between our feet. “I have to finish this. I can’t have it following me home.

  “And what is this?”

  I looked up at him with the truth. “A fight I started a long time ago.”

  “Tell me,” he urged, taking in our surroundings. We were in the middle of nowhere, the Chevelle lights seeming to beam on forever in the distance. I wasn’t sure what else Laz had planned, but I knew staying idle like a sitting duck was asking for trouble. Sweat began to cover us both in the humid summer air.

  “We have to get out of here. I don’t know how many more there are coming.” I paused, knowing my next words would anger him. “Thank you for the help but you can go. I’ll see you back in Charleston.”

  He stiffened, indignant. “I just shot three men I had no issues with other than they were trying to kill my woman.”

  I couldn’t help but smile again. “And you were upset they were going to beat you to it?”

  He looked down at me with intense eyes, brushing wind-blown hair from my face. “I saw the blood on your kitchen floor. I did not like the way I felt.”

  Before I had a chance to start what was sure would be another argument between us, I saw sets of headlights flip on one by one. A row of trucks stood a quarter mile behind the Chevelle, lighting up the empty field.

  “Fuck,” I whispered as Daniello turned to face the intrusion.

  I heard the boom of Laz’s voice through a bullhorn on top of one of the trucks as he addressed Daniello.

  “You must be lost, partner. Allow me to show you the door.”

  Daniello pushed me out of the way as bullets meant to hit us flew by our heads. I made a beeline for the Chevelle, knowing that Laz was no longer playing games. Daniello had killed his men and worsened the situation. I looked behind me to see Daniello pull his glock and take out several of the headlights on the truck that lit up the field. He dove into the Chevelle as I killed my lights and sped away from the trucks heading toward us.