Page 28 of The Hitman's Virgin
“Fuck me, man, you’re right. I like the way you think.”
Callie didn’t like this. She opened her eyes and immediately wished she hadn’t, because even though it was dark, she knew the man who asked about Charlie was standing right in front of her.
“She’s pretty,” he said.
This was definitely not good. Callie didn’t know what the hell to do.
“You want to fuck her, it’s going to cost you. The longer we keep her alive, the more dangerous it’s going to be.”
“I’ll give you ten grand, and I want to film it. That way, when I’m done with her, I’ll send it to Evander, and he can watch how his slut died.”
“He doesn’t care about her. He just wanted the flash drive.”
Callie was so confused, but she saw the threat in the man’s eyes. He was going to rape her.
She didn’t know how she felt so bold, but she spat in his face. “Fuck you!”
There was no way she was going to let them use her like this, to taunt Evander. If it meant she was going to have to take a beating, she would do whatever it took to make them wish they had never even heard her name. All her life, she had been treated as if she didn’t matter, as if she wasn’t important, and that ended today. She was done being the victim, even if it meant she was going to die today, so be it, but it would be on her terms.
She cried out as he suddenly reached out and grabbed the back of her neck.
“Do you think that scares me?” he asked. “You think a little spit is going to stop me! Let’s hope when I get to fucking you, I’m kind enough to use a little spit, otherwise it’s going to fucking hurt, and right now, Princess, I want it to hurt a hell of a lot.”
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The guys in the bar were all dead, and Evander put the call through for the cleanup crew to come and deal with that shit.
Guy and Leah, and whoever else Callie wanted to see saved, were saved. They were not going to get hurt. He’d taken care of everything, and then he made his way outside, going toward the location where he told Callie to sit.
She had to have been afraid. There was one thing knowing he was a hitman, and quite another finally seeing it with her own two eyes. It hadn’t been his intention.
Rounding the vehicles, he stopped where he told Callie to wait, which was empty. He looked up and down the street, but there was absolutely no sign of her, and it wasn’t like she could just randomly go anyplace and settle for the night. The street was all but dead as it was a deserted area. They tended to tuck away shitholes like Guy’s Titties.
He knew Callie didn’t wander away. He wasn’t fucking stupid. Something happened to her. And his anger went up another notch, because he hadn’t been able to find Byron. That slippery bastard had gotten away without so much as a scratch.
Pulling out his cell phone, he called Bastian.
“Dude, you do realize we’re not the kind of friends that call each other at night.”
“I need you to check the security cameras.” He was not about to start with pleasantries. His woman was missing, and he had a horrible suspicion Byron had taken her. He gave Bastian the location.
“What the fuck, man?” Bastian asked.
“Look, Callie’s life depends on it.”
“What have you got her dragged into now?”
Evander heard some scuffling, so he hoped it was Bastian moving toward a computer. Time was fucking ticking and he didn’t know how long ago she had been taken, and fear raced through him. Byron wanted something from him, but he didn’t know what.
He ran fingers through his hair, as he looked left and right. Byron was a sneaky little shit. He took a left and walked several yards as he heard Bastian typing away.
Evander should have known better, but all he could think about was getting her to safety and far away from the evidence of what he was capable of.
“Byron got to her. He took her and then climbed into a car.”
“Can you see the plates?”
“Look, I’ll run the security feed and call you back as soon as I know how far they went.”
