“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me,” I say, slamming the back of my head onto the pillow. I was so close. It feels like torture to be on the brink of orgasm and then cruelly yanked back to reality.
He shakes his head as he stands up and walks to his wallet. He pulls out a bill and throws it on the bed.
“The faster you move that sweet little ass of yours the faster my tongue will be buried in it once again.”
“You’re an asshole,” I say as I climb out of bed on my shaky legs. I scoop up my clothes as he looks out the window and laughs.
I slip my jeans on as my head is still swirling. It feels weird to have clothes on. I’ve been naked for days. My shirt feels like it’s choking me even though it’s a V-neck.
I snatch the money off the bed and give Colton a dirty look as I head to the door, smiling as soon as I have my back to him.
“My tongue and my cock will be waiting for you,” he says with a grin. “Hurry back.”
“You’re not getting anything when I come back,” I say as I open the door. We both know it’s an empty threat. We’ll be fucking all day.
The bright sun is painful on my eyes. We’ve been holed up in our sex room for so long with the curtains closed that my eyes have become adjusted to the darkness. I walk to the front desk with my hand shielding my face like a vampire.
I have to give Colton some credit. He definitely knows how to get what he wants. There’s no way that I would try to escape with my pussy aching like it is right now. I would go back even if it meant never seeing daylight again.
A bell rings as I open the door to the front desk and shop. I hunch my shoulders up, letting my hair fall over my face. I really don’t want anyone to recognize me, as insane as that sounds. I’m actually enjoying my stay with my sexy captor.
The guy behind the counter glances at me for half a second and mutters a greeting before turning back to the small TV beside the cash register. I turn and head to the back of the store keeping my head low and my eyes on the dusty cans of food.
The store smells like a window hasn’t been opened in over a decade. I head for the small selection of body care products and grab some shampoo, body wash, toothpaste and two boxes of Magnum condoms.
“Crap,” I mumble to myself as I pass the tampons. I take a box. My period is going to be coming soon to ruin our fun. Actually, I’m already supposed to have it. Thank God that I’m late. This week wouldn’t nearly have been as fun if it was shark week.
I stand on my tippy toes and peek over the shelves at the guy sitting beside the cash. He looks absorbed in his TV. He has a nose ring, a mullet and a My Little Pony t-shirt on. I can’t tell if he’s wearing it sarcastically or not.
I comb my hair into my face with my fingers, take a deep breath and head over. Hopefully, he won’t recognize me as the poor, innocent girl who was abducted from Yale University by a group of mobsters. I’d hate for my kidnapping to be over so soon.
He glances up as I approach the counter and drop the items in front of him. He looks at the two boxes of Magnums and raises an eyebrow.
“It’s my husbands birthday and you didn’t have any balloons so,” I say, rubbing my arm nervously.
“Mmm hmm,” he says, as he scans them and makes them disappear in a plastic bag.
The TV behind him goes to commercial and I freeze as my face appears on the screen looking back at me like a ghost. Crap!
“It’s been five days since Yale University student, Sara Price, was seen being thrown into a navy blue SUV,” the voice from the TV says.
“Is there any hiking around here?” I ask in a panic, trying to talk over the voice. I say the first thing that comes to mind.
“Hiking?” he asks with his pierced nose turned up. “Just along the highway. It’s pretty industrial around here.”
I try to think of something else to say in a hurry but I’m too slow. He turns to the TV and does a double take when he sees my picture looking back at him on the screen.
He slowly turns back to me and looks at me with squinted eyes. “She looks like you,” he says. His jaw hangs open showing off the large gap between his two front teeth.
I shrug and push the shampoo closer to him. “A lot of people look like me,” I say.
He turns back towards the TV. “Yeah but that looks a lot like you.” He eyes me suspiciously. I glance at the exit.
The guy stands up from his chair and looks out the window, across the parking lot to Colton’s new SUV parked in the distance. He turns back to me with wide eyes.
“So I’ll just pay cash,” I say dropping the crisp one hundred dollar bill onto the counter. “You can keep the change.”
He never takes his eyes off me. Even when I slide the bill towards him and urge him to take it.
He glances at the phone and I bite my bottom lip. I’m not thinking clearly. I should want to get out of this fucked up situation but I don’t. I want to stay with Colton in that room forever. Well, maybe not forever but for at least the near future.
He leans forward and narrows his eyes. “Are you okay?” he whispers even though we’re the only two people in the empty shop.
I nod. “Just want to buy some shampoo is all,” I say, picking up the items and putting them in the bag myself.
“What’s your name?” he asks.
“Candy,” I answer. Crap. That sounds way to made up.
“Last name,” he asks quickly.
“Uhh…Land,” I answer, and nearly slap my forehead. I’ve never been very good at lying on the spot.
“Your name is Candy Land?” he asks.
I yank the bag off the counter and give him a dirty look. “That’s Misses Candy Land to you.” I storm out of the shop leaving the untouched hundred dollar bill on the counter.
The bell rings as I open the door, making me nearly jump out of my skin.
I turn the corner, wait seven seconds and then slowly peek around the corner into the window. The guy is on the phone talking fast with animated hands.
Crap!
I run back to our room and try the handle. It’s locked.
I bang my fist on the door and Colton doesn’t answer. “Colton!” I yell. This is no time for one of his fucking games.
I knock on the window and try to look in but the curtains are drawn shut. “Fuck Colton open up,” I scream, assaulting the orange door with my fists and feet. The police are going to be here any minute.
Pain shoots through my belly and I fall to my knees, clutching my stomach in pain. The bag falls to the pavement and my box of tampons roll out. I’ve had period cramps before but nothing like this. “What the fuck,” I mumble through gritted teeth as another wave of pain comes rolling through.
I’m breathing heavily and have to hold my breath to hear the sound in the distance: Police sirens.
And they’re getting louder.
Crap.
I force myself up to my feet despite the severe cramps in my stomach and bang on the door again. “Open up Colton! We have to go! Now!”
He never answers. He just leaves me there as the sirens become deafening and the red and blue lights appear, their reflections chasing each other across the brick exterior of the motel.
He left me. Without so much as a goodbye. I thought it was more than just sex.
I’m so stupid.
I fall to the floor with another round of cramps. Tears swell up in my eyes as I hear a car door open and an officer call out.
My lungs start to constrict, making it hard to breathe. I try to take deep breaths but I feel broken inside. Why would he leave?
The pain in my stomach is bad. But it’s nothing at all compared to the pain of my heart breaking.
thirteen
Colton
My dick is still rock hard as I watch Sara’s jeans hug her tight ass as she walks away. That girl is spectacular.
I can still taste her sweetness on my lips. I lift my fingers to my nose and smell the arousing scent of her pussy.
It was torture to let
her go just as we were both getting worked up but I had to prove a point. That pussy is mine. I’m in control.
She disappears from my view and I can only hope that she’s getting the stuff and going to come right back.
I bite my fingernails, something I haven’t done in years, as an empty feeling enters the pit of my stomach. I’m actually nervous. Me. A hitman. Nervous over some girl.
“You’re going soft Colt,” I whisper to myself as I strain my neck to try and see her again. I curse and drop the curtain when I can’t.
It feels weird not having her here. The room feels lacking without her joyful presence. “Fuck,” I say, dropping my hands as I come to a realization. I actually miss her.
Not good.
I haven’t had a girlfriend, or been with a woman for longer than two hours at a time, since Olivia.
I have to admit. It’s kinda nice.
I don’t even want to think about how this complicates the situation that I’ve been avoiding for the past five days. I can’t stay holed up in here forever. There are lots of angry people that have to be dealt with.
But another day or two with Sara won’t change much.
I spring up from the bed and peek out the window to see if she’s returning when a movement catches my eye near the SUV that I should have abandoned in the forest days ago.
Shit.
There’s a man looking under the car. I can’t see his face but my blood chills when I recognize his swift movements. Only one guy on the planet moves like that.
He stands up and I see his lizard face.
Fucking Ninja Assassin.
I grab my jeans that are stained red with Russian blood and pull on my shirt. I open the drawer of the nightstand and pull out Ichiro’s golden gun. I really should have gotten some bullets and abandoned the truck. This girl has really thrown me off my game. I slip the gun into the waistband of my jeans, pull on my shoes and open the door quietly.
He’s snooping behind the SUV and I take the opportunity to sprint from car to car, making sure to keep hidden from his line of sight.
My palms are sweaty as my pulse jacks up at seeing the dead man who killed my fiancee and unborn child. I try to control my breath and keep my muscles from quivering. I have to remember who I’m dealing with. As much as I want to charge over there and see what the inside of his skull looks like I have to take it slow. I need a plan or I’ll be the one with the split skull.
I lean against the car and peer up through the window. Ichiro is eying the shop at the front desk with narrow eyes. I follow his line of vision and see Sara speaking with the guy behind the counter.
Something in me snaps and I leap out of my hiding spot with a war cry so loud that it surprises me just as much as him.
Ichiro jerks his head towards me as I rush at him with every cell in my body on fire. I want to make him feel more pain than anyone has ever felt before. I want him begging for me to murder him. I want to feel his life leaving his body under my hands.
He pulls out a switchblade and pops the knife out just as I collide into his body with my shoulder. I played two years of high school football and I use what I learned to shove my body into his, knocking the wind out of him and launching him into the air.
I bring my full weight down on him and more and he lets out a grunt of air as his back slams into the concrete parking lot.
The knife clangs on the ground and slides out of reach. My hands close around his neck and I squeeze. Hard. I squeeze his neck until my forearms are burning and my breath comes out in spurts. I squeeze as I picture Olivia’s face and the life he took away from me. I squeeze for my unborn child and the seed that he stomped out before it could ever show its beautiful colors. And I squeeze for Sara. I squeeze because I don’t want to lose her. I don’t want him to take her away from me.
Ichiro’s eyes are wide and his skin is turning a brilliant shade of blue. He opens his mouth like a fish out of water as he seeks the air that my grip is holding back from him.
In a desperate fit he goes for my eyes. He claws at them and I’m forced to let go and cover up if I ever want to see Sara’s beautiful tits and tight ass again.
An elbow comes out of nowhere and lands on the knife wound on my ribs. The inflamed wound was healing fine before but that fucking hurt. The pain shoots straight to my head and I fall off of him, clutching my ribs as my butt hits the ground.
Ichiro climbs to his feet but he’s slow as he tries to catch up on the air that I denied him. He takes deep, heavy breaths like a drowning man who was just yanked out of the water.
I pull out his golden gun from my pants and point it at his open mouth. His eyes thin as he waits for my next move.
The gun’s chamber is empty but even an empty gun is a weapon. I bring the butt of the handle down on his nose and his skin splits open with a crunch. Blood spatters out and sprays on the pavement.
You’d swear that I hit him with a feather the way he remained so expressionless.
“Who ordered the hit Ichiro?” I ask, pointing the gun at his bloody mess of a face.
He turns to the side and spits a glob of blood onto the ground. “You know me better than that,” he says with a smug look.
“And you know me better than that,” I answer, squeezing the handle of the gun so hard that my knuckles turn white. “You know that I’m getting the answer one way or the other.”
“You talk a big game for a man with no more bullets,” he says with a smile.
I toss the useless weapon behind me and charge him again. This time he’s ready and he dodges out of the way and lands a hard kick in my stomach. I eat the kick and grab onto his ankle, locking onto it like a crocodile, and turn, bringing him back down to the ground.
Ichiro is fast and ruthless and attacks from every angle. He didn’t get his deadly reputation from being a pushover. But neither did I.
I unleash a fury of fists on him only stopping once in a while to throw vicious elbows to his face. I straddle his torso and squeeze his ribs with my legs like a boa constrictor. He tries to break free but he’s pinned to the ground.
I don’t let up, landing one crushing blow after the other. The back of his head smacks into the pavement with every punch and soon his hands go limp and he stops attacking altogether.
I’m breathing hard as I lean back and look at his pulverized face. I have him. He’s helpless.
It’s time to wipe him off the planet and finally get my revenge.
The switchblade is back by the truck, the sharp steel of the blade shining in the sunlight. I push off his chest and stand up on shaky legs. I wipe the blood off my chin with the back of my hand and stumble over to the knife.
Ichiro is barely moving.
I pick up the switchblade and feel a jolt of energy at being so close to avenging Olivia’s death. To avenging my child’s death.
I graze my finger along the blade relishing in the sharpness of it when I hear sirens. Police sirens. And they’re coming in fast.
“Shit.”
Two cop cars are flying up the highway. I hold my breath as they approach the motel’s exit, hoping that they’re going to fly by it.
“Fuck.”
They both turn in.
I turn back to Ichiro who’s now slowly stumbling to his car on wobbly legs. I can finish him off easily.
But Sara pops into my mind freezing my feet to the ground. She’s my priority now as much as I hate to admit it. My revenge has to take a back seat to her.
And it’s not because of Carmen. I can’t let her get hurt. If she gets picked up by dirty cops she’s as good as dead.
I take one last look at Ichiro as he crashes onto his Oldsmobile and struggles to put the key in the car door.
Our shit is going to have to wait. I have to save my girl.
The wheels of the cop cars squeal as they swerve into the parking lot and head for the motel. I’m at the opposite end of the large parking lot when I see her. She’s kneeling down with tears streaming down her cheeks.
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sp; A jolt of pain shoots through my chest as my heart nearly breaks seeing her like that. She thinks that I left her.
The cops park their cars and jump out with their guns drawn. Three of them in total. Three of them with guns against me with only a switchblade. I’d take my chances at night but in the middle of the day in a wide open parking lot, I’m a sitting duck.
I crouch behind the closest car and watch as they surround her and guide her into the police cruiser. She sits in the backseat and sees me. Her tears stop and a sad smile crosses her lips.
I want to tell her that I’ll find her. I want to tell her how I feel. But I just sit there and stare as the car drives her away out of my life.
fourteen
Sara
The police car pulls away from the motel and turns, taking my view of Colton with it. I wipe my eyes and take one last look at the shitty motel before the officer drives the car onto the highway.
It’s over now at least. As painful as it is.
I’m finally free but all I can think about is if I’ll ever see Colton again. I push the thought out of my head because the answer will make me start crying again in front of these cops.
I bite my fingernail as we whiz by cars on the highway. You had a little fun but what did you expect? Really.
Colton is a hitman. There are no happy endings for girlfriends or wives of hitmen. Just ask Olivia.
Still, I thought it could have ended different, as unrealistic of a notion that it is. I had chemistry with Colton that I’ve never felt before. He made me feel things and brought my body to a place that I’m afraid I’ll never return to.
I just want to see him again.
“We’ve been looking everywhere for you,” the police officer in the passenger’s seat says as he turns around. I can see my puffy eyes reflected in his dark sunglasses. He has a thick, bushy mustache with wisps of gray speckled in. “Looks like you didn’t want to be found.”
My eyes fall down to my fidgeting hands in my lap. “Where are you taking me?” I ask.
The driver lets out a low chuckle.
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