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“Sure, sure. And the connection to my family through him is purely random too, is it?”
“Well, given that I have no clue who your family is, or what the connection might be, how the fuck would I know?”
“So, Cavanagh Corp means nothing to you? Victor Cavanagh?”
Holy shit! I felt like Chicken Licken, only it wasn’t the sky that was falling, it was my whole fucking life. The blood drained from my face and hit my feet. I was dizzy, as though the whole world had just tilted on its axis with those words. I needed to sit down before I fell down.
“What’s it to you?”
“You’re not in a position to ask questions or negotiate. Just do as you’re told, and you’ll keep your freedom.”
I tried my best to brazen it out, and not let him see the terror his words elicited in me.
“No, they don’t. Mean anything, I mean.”
“Liar.”
“Bully.”
I could almost visibly see the thoughts going through his head, and I could definitely feel one key thought, as his erection pressed against my thigh. Jesus. I must have needed my head examined, just as much as he did, because for some reason, the fact that the guy who was stalking me was sporting wood while he threatened me, turned me on. I gave myself a quick internal pep talk and suddenly came to my senses.
“Get. The. Fuck. Away. From. Me.” I shoved him as much as I could with him still restricting my arms. I also began lifting my leg slightly in warning, “Or else I’ll smash your junk again.”
That threat seemed to do the trick. He eased off a little, so I took the opportunity to wiggle myself free of his grasp, and began striding back toward the clubhouse. Psycho Boy followed suit.
Halfway across the parking lot, my phone trilled in my pocket. I recognized the ring tone straight away.
“Hey, Dad, what’s up?” It would have to have been something important for him to call me during the day when he knew I was working. I stopped dead in my tracks, and as I listened to the voice on the other end of the line, the sky really did fall.
Chapter 9
Drew
I watched her carefully as she silently gripped the phone so hard her knuckles went white. Even without knowing her well, it was clear something was wrong. Very wrong. Her face blanched, and she looked positively sick.
“Okay I’m on my way, I’ll be there as soon as I can.”
She took off running across the parking lot without giving me a second glance. I followed, catching up with her just before she re-entered the club building. I reached for her shoulder both to get her attention, and to slow her down, but she shrugged me off, turning to snap at me.
“Get your fucking hand off me, or I swear to God I’ll rip your arm off and beat you to death with it.” The ferocity of her tone was like nothing she had used with me before. She meant business.
Whatever had happened on the other end of the phone was serious. Not only had she dropped all pretense of politeness and really put me in my place, but as she turned to yell at me, I realized she was crying.
“Hey, what’s wrong?”
“Are you for real right now? You were just throwing me around like a rag doll, about to choke me out, and threatening to have my ass thrown in jail, and now you want to know what’s wrong? Fuck off and die.”
She pushed through the doors, wiping away her tears with the back of her hand as she rushed to the reception desk.
“Andrea—” Andrea was the club’s receptionist, and the sole female employee—or the only one, as far as everyone knew—by some loophole in the bylaws which allowed the role to be fulfilled by a non-member. “—would you mind passing on an urgent message to Mr. Malcolm please? I have to take off. It’s an emergency, and he’ll understand, but I don’t have time to find him to explain right now.”
The receptionist looked up, smiling lightly. “Oh, hey, Kev. Okay, yeah sure. Everything okay?”
“Umm... Kind of. Not really. I’ll have to tell you when I see you next, though, I can’t right now.”
Next she ran to the staffroom, I was guessing to grab her shit, like she had been, when she first started running across the parking lot trying to get away from me.
I decided to stop chasing and let the mountain come to Mohammed. The look on Kik’s face when she came hurtling out of the building and found me leaning against the driver’s side door of her car, legs crossed at the ankles, a faint smile playing on my lips as I jiggled my own keys in my pocket, was priceless.
