Page 30 of Rune
No.
Dammit.
I couldn’t be fantasizing about fucking a woman who clearly hated me. I mean, once I figured out why, and if she was willing… I wasn’t so good of a man that I wasn’t down for a hate fuck.
But in the interest of not confusing shit further, I didn’t reach down and give myself the relief I was craving. I tossed my drink into the trash, then scrubbed my skin until the sticky sweat feeling was gone, climbed out, and dried off.
I walked out of the bathroom in a pair of basketball pants and nearly jumped out of my fucking skin.
“The fuck?” I asked the man sitting on the edge of my bed. “What are you doing in my room?”
Dezi shot me a look that suggested I should know exactly why.
“Funny thing,” he started. “I get a good read on people. They don’t notice it. It’s easy to write me off. Goofy guy who likes donuts.”
“Anyone who has ever seen you in a bar fight wouldn’t call you goofy.”
He ignored that.
“But it’s good I’m underestimated because no one knows I’m clocking them.”
Shit.
“And I was clocking you at that party. You and that girl dressed like a thief in a children’s movie that was shaking like a shopping cart with a bad wheel.”
Oh, he was really clocking us.
“Had some suspicions about it, so I drove off but circled back. Imagine my surprise when she came bolting out of the gate like her ass was on fire. So, I said to myself:That shit’s weird. Decided to figure out how weird. Imagine my shock when I saw this…”
I hadn’t noticed the tablet sitting on the bed beside him until he reached for it.
I knew what that was.
That was the tablet with the app that Junior had built to connect to the closed-circuit security system the Rivers brothers’ security experts installed in the club.
Fuck.
There was no bullshitting myself out of this one as he turned the tablet to face me then hit play on the paused video.
Then there I was, checking out the hot chick as she asked for me.
“This is my favorite part,” Dezi said as he dug in his pocket for a candy bar, then nipped it open with his teeth.
Carmen pulled the gun.
“And now some random hot guy is gonna come in looking for donuts. And you’re gonna protect the gunwoman from being found out.” He paused the video. “So I guess my question is… why?”
“Why what?”
“Why did you protect her from being found out? Do you know her? Some random hookup where you didn’t make her come and she’s holding a grudge?”
To that, I snorted. “No.”
“You sure? ‘Cause that’s the face of a woman with a lot of pent-up anger.”
“I’m not denying that. But I don’t know why or what I did to deserve that.” I exhaled hard. “Who else knows about this?”
“No one.”
