Page 20 of Storm

“That was great,” she grins at me. I nod my head, giving her a smile. Glad someone enjoyed it.

“That it?” I ask.

“No. That’s not it. I’ll be back for more, Storm but that isn’t the main reason I’m here.”

“What is the reason?” I ask as I pull up my jeans and rebuckle them.

“I’m going to need my husband dead.” That catches my attention. I look up at her, and I can tell by the look on her face that she isn’t playing about this.

“Dead? Why?”

“He’s abusive.”

“Divorce him.”

“Don’t you think that if it were that easy, I would do it?”

“Why isn’t it that easy?”

“I won’t discuss that. I just want him dead,” she tells me.

“When? How?”

“That’s all up to you. I don’t care how, I just don’t need him to be found,” she adds as she stands in front of me with her hands on her hips.

“I’m gonna need more information than that. What’s he do? Where does he work? Where does he spend his time?” She huffs out a breath before crossing the room toward the door.

“You don’t need to know all that! Patch promised me that things would go smoothly, and you asking all these questions isn’t my idea of smoothly.” She reaches for the doorknob when I speak.

“So you want him dead but you don’t want to tell me shit about him?”

“That’s exactly right. In fact, you wait for my phone call. When I call, you go. That should be the easiest way,” she says before turning to face me.

“Fine. We’ll do this your way,” I tell her. She nods her head before walking back toward me, grabbing my cut and jerking me toward her. I lean down, and she presses her lips to mine, biting my lip for good measure before pulling away.

“I meant what I said. I’ll be back for more,” she coos. I nod my head but I don’t smile at her. I don’t know how much I’m going to like this arrangement that Patch seems to have made for me.

I watch Kristy walk out of the room before I follow behind her. When I step out, I see Kenzee eyeing the woman before jerking her eyes to meet mine. What the fuck do I say to her? There’s nothing.

So I ignore her and walk over to Patch.

“You didn’t think you should have run this shit by me first?” I ask him.

“Why? You don’t want free pussy?”

“It isn’t about the pussy. You know what she wants?” I ask him. He nods his head.

“Her husband dead.”

“I just got out of the fuckin’ pen, Patch!”

“Yeah, and she got your ass out of there! Or did you forget that part?” he asks, narrowing his eyes at me.

“So now I have to fuck her and kill the man? You know she won’t tell me shit about him. She wants to call me when she’s ready for it to be done.”

“And? What’s the problem?” I sigh and run my hand through my hair as I glance around, my eyes falling on Kenzee once more. She’s bent over, tying her shoe, and all I can think about is getting behind her and slipping back inside of her.

“This is fucked, Patch. I don’t like not knowin’.”