Betrayed (The Worshipped Series Book 2) (7 page)

“Look at me,” I demand. 

She instantly looks at me. A surge of pride goes through me, knowing she instantly listens to me. It is a baby step, but a step none the less. I am also proud of her for not trying to cover herself up. My girl proudly stands in front of me, completely open and bare. 

“Go over to my bag and grab one of my shirts. Put it on and come back to me.”

I let go of her and she does exactly as I tell her. She is back to me within seconds. 

“Good girl.”

I get up and I carefully walk around to her back. I don’t want to touch her anymore tonight. I want her anticipating my touch. Soon she will learn my touches are her reward for being a good little vixen. I am right behind her, and I move her hair from her ear so I can whisper to her, “Get into the bed.”

She shivers and does what I say. She lies down and covers herself up to her neck. Maybe she thinks those fucking covers will protect her from me, but she is seriously mistaken. I don’t say anything else on that matter, making her feel she has that comfort. I’m not sure why I don’t. Any other woman I would have demanded she remove all the covers, but some part of me wants her to have that comfort. 

What the hell is wrong with me?

“Go to sleep. We have a busy day tomorrow.” I have to walk away from her, knowing if I don’t, I will either fuck her brains out, or fucking want to hold her. I’ll be a man and admit that I miss holding Karen’s smooth, curvy body against mine. She calms me in some weird fucked up way. Before I make the necessary calls to get tomorrow under way, I go back to her. She has wide eyes, no doubt wondering what the hell I am doing. I bend down and grab the rope again. I’m sure she will take a step back from the small progress we made by me doing this again, but I don’t trust her not to sneak off while I sleep. 

I gently grab both her arms, and tie her to the bed post again. I make sure to leave enough slack so she can at least sleep comfortably. Another first for me. I usually don’t give two shits about someone else’s comfort. But for some reason, I deeply care for Karen’s.

I can slowly feel the change she is bringing to me. It had started that night at that bar, and she didn’t realize how much she changed me since then. It may not have been a lot, but it was there. 

I slowly move the hair from her face and I lean in close to her. I hear the sharp intake of her breath, and for a moment I think about kissing her. I know she wants me too. Instead I say to her, “You may not want to trust me right now, but you have to. I am the only option you have right now in staying alive.”

Karen closes her eyes and I turn my back to her. I will watch her sleep after business is finished for the night. I pick up my phone and quietly walk outside. I breathe in the night air, thanking God it is finally cooling off. It is one of the worst things about being back in Texas. 

I pull up Frankie’s number and I only have to wait a few seconds before he answers. 

“Yo Jason. Wha-cha need?”

“Stop with the fucking yo’s. I’m not one of your fucking brothers or those fucking thugs you fuck with.”

“Sorry man, what can I do for you tonight?”

“I need another 50k and some extra guns. Meet at the spot in an hour.”

“Whoa man. What do you need so much money and guns for? You in some sort of trouble?”

“Mind your fucking business Frankie and do as I tell you. You have an hour.” Frankie makes my sour mode turn worse asking yet again what I need my shit for. That damn kid will never learn. 

I hang up the phone without getting the okay from Frankie. I know he will do as I tell him. The kid, yes he is still a fucking kid, is annoying as hell, but at least he delivers on time. I put my phone back into my pocket and turn to go back inside the room. I need to make a few more calls about the shipment that is supposed to leave in a few days, but I decide it can wait. I don’t think Dominic knows I have an extra drug business on the side of his. It needs to stay that way, because if he thinks for one second I double crossed him, I will be dead. Along with…

Fuck. 

I need a new plan fast. I don’t know how I am going to get Dominic out of the picture and still live to tell about it. I can’t let my emotions get the better of me either. That’s how people start fucking up. I am very good at burying my emotions, and that’s what I do now. I can’t think of the one person who keeps me alive. If it wasn’t for him, I would’ve put a bullet through my skull years ago. 

I close the door to the room and walk over by Karen. She is passed out, with her blonde hair lying on her face. I know she would be out as soon as her head hit the pillow. Careful not to wake her, I reach down and move her hair behind her ear. She stirs in her sleep and moves closer to my hand. Even in her sleep her body knows my touch and when I am near. This confirms she’s mine and there is no way in hell I am letting her go. The only way she is leaving me is if I die, or she dies. Neither one I given much thought about. I will never let anything happen to Karen. I could care less about me; well I wouldn’t care till I take care of Dominic. Then anything can happen and I will be fine with that. 

I sit down on the other bed, trying to distance myself from the vixen sleeping peacefully in the bed next to me.  I check the time on the night stand seeing I still have forty minutes until I meet up with Frankie. I’ve decided I want to leave this motel as soon as Karen wakes. I don’t think anyone is on our trail yet, but I would much rather move now than regret it later. I realize Karen doesn’t have any clothes other than the ones she has when we came here. In my rush to get the fuck out of California, I forgot her shit. I don’t want her wearing dirty clothing. I get up and find my car keys and give Karen one last look before I walk outside. Tying her up again gives me peace of mind for once. I know she wouldn’t wake while I am gone, and now that she is safe and secured to the bed, I don’t have to worry about finding her ass again. 

I am still shocked she busted my head open with that damn lamp. And I’ll admit, that shit fucking hurt. I didn’t realize how much my girl had in her. Least the damn lamp was metal. No clean up. But it would’ve been a nice show to watch Karen clean it up on her hands and knees. Fucking naked. I have to clear my dirty thoughts of Karen on her knees. I wasn’t getting myself anywhere fantasizing about any of that. If anything it is making me have blue balls. 

Before I leave the room, I walk over to my bag and lift up my pants at my ankle. I slide the knife into the holster, and attach the straps around my ankle. I tug it twice, making sure it stays in place. I glance over at Karen once more and I turn and walk out the door. 

I drive to the nearest Walmart wishing that something else was open this time of night. I don’t want Karen wearing cheap clothes, but it will have to do for now. Once we get to Mexico, I will take her shopping for nice clothes. Ones she will adore and be proud to walk around in. I walk inside the store and am glad it is late; therefore it isn’t packed with every Tom, Dick, and Harry. I go straight to the women’s section and start picking out some clothes I think she will like. She never wears anything fancy, which I love about her. She keeps it simple and that makes her more beautiful and sexy. 

I grab a few T-shirts and I struggle a bit on what jean size to get. I am looking at all the different sizes when a sales lady comes up to me. I don’t know what surprises me more, a woman coming up to me in Walmart, or the fact that this woman works here. Normally when you need help you can’t find any of those fuckers anywhere. 

“Can I help you with anything sir?” She asks sweetly. Ah, now I see why she approached me. I look her up and down, taking in her features. She isn’t bad looking, but she isn’t Karen. The worker’s name tag reads Nikki and she has short brown hair with blue eyes. The old me, pre- Karen, would’ve jumped at her attempts at flirty looks. I know what she wants from me, but she will have to take that shit somewhere else. 

“No. I’m fine.” I say to her. 

“If you change your mind I’ll be right over there at the dressing rooms.” She coos back and she touches my arm. I jerk my arm out of her connection and give her a cold look. No one touches me without my permission. She takes the hint and runs off to where ever she thinks is safe to hide. Out of all the places for someone to try to pick up a person, fucking Walmart. 

I grab a few pairs of jeans, hoping I get the right size. I grab a few more items I’m sure she will appreciate, and I have to remind myself that I’m not doing it to please her.  I check out and leave with only ten minutes to spare. I speed to meet Frankie in the spot we always make exchanges at. I park and find that Frankie got here before I did. That works in his favor. I hate when people are late. They are assholes. 

I get out of my car making sure to grab my 9mm the same time Frankie does. He has two duffle bags with him and I am relieved to see he came through for me again today. I notice Frankie looks nervous and I know something isn’t right. 

“What the fuck Frankie?” I ask him. He doesn’t reply, but he nods his head to the left of us. Sure enough there is a black sedan parked in the alley. I keep walking toward Frankie and I slowly pull out my gun flipping the safety off. I am glad I checked it earlier to make sure it is loaded. It always is, but in this business you can never be too careful. 

“I don’t know who the crew is, but they have been waiting for awhile for us to show. One of the guys from the crew called right before I showed saying he saw them park over an hour ago.”

Fucking hell. I want to know who Frankie has looking over our spot. That dick is getting a bullet put in him for not warning us earlier. I think Frankie knows what I am thinking. 

“It’s Perez who’s got shift tonight. Fucker hasn’t been with us long enough to know to let us know someone has been here. I’ll take care of him myself.”

“Handle your guys better Frankie. This shit doesn’t sit well with me, and if you want to continue our business without bloodshed you will take care of it soon.” 

“Consider it done.”

“Good. Now show me what you have. Let’s make this quick. I have a feeling our watchers are going to show up as soon as we make the exchange.”

Frankie opens the bag full of my money and I quickly make sure everything is there. I zip up the bag and go to the other. There is around twenty guns all varying from shotguns to rifles to revolvers. Frankie did a good job giving me a nice selection. No sooner than I zip that fucking bag up, our watchers step out of their sedan. I know this shit is about to get bloody. I hope Frankie doesn’t pussy out on me and helps me take these fucks out. 

Two come out of the back and two more from the front. Four on two. I don’t like these odds, but I have been in worse situations before. I don’t know what crew these men are from, but they all wear the same black shirts with skulls on them. What fucking pussies. 

They all come running toward Frankie and me, but we’re ready. We take cover behind my shitty car and the bullets start flying. At least being where we are, we don’t have to worry about the fucking pigs coming to see what is going down. Got to appreciate the shit part of Texas. I know they want the two bags that Frankie brings me, but I don’t know how they found out about our drop. It can only mean one thing. 

We have a fucking rat. 

The skull fuckers keep firing their guns while we wait behind the car. They are bound to run out of ammo soon if they keep that up. I can hear them coming closer, and I can hear one of the skull gang say something about taking me out and getting the bags. 

Not fucking happening. 

I move the bags under my car and walk out from behind it. Frankie must think I’ve lost my damn mind. He is trying to grab my arm and keeps asking me what the hell I am doing. I’m ending this pussy fest. I get a clear shot and I fire four times. Each bullet lands exactly where I aim. All four thugs go down, but two of them don’t die instantly. Worthless bastards. I want to keep one alive so he can go back to whoever he works for and tell his leader never to fuck with me again. 

I walk over to one of the skull gang members and I pull out my knife from my boot. I lean down close so he can see death coming his way. I hold no mercy within me. Never have and probably never will. I slice his throat, and I watch the life leave his eyes. I feel powerful at seeing that. My dark side gets a huge rush. Blood covers my hands and face now, but I don’t think twice about it. Being in the business that I am, you can’t get squeamish at the sight of blood.  I walk over to the other one that hasn’t died. I grab him by his shirt and pull him close so he doesn’t miss a word. 

“Listen here you skull fuck. You tell your leader if he ever sends his crew after me, or my shit again, I will take it as a personal invitation to come fuck his shit up. I won’t make it easy like I did tonight. I will make it painfully brutal. Now this is how it’s going to go. My buddy Frankie will drive you back to your crew and you will tell your leader what I told you. I’ll know if you don’t, and I promise you I will come after you and make you watch as I kill everyone you love. You feel me?”

The poor bastard barely nods his head he is so scared. He even pisses himself. I don’t know where the hell these pussy bitches are coming from. They need to stay the fuck off the streets and stay with their mommies. I toss him back on the ground and yell for Frankie. 

“Take him back to where his crew is. Then call Ross for a cleanup. We can’t have this left out here. Make sure it gets done, and tell Abe I want a meeting with the whole crew. We have a fucking rat and I want him found. Do it now. You have an hour to clean this shit up.”

Frankie nods and starts to put the skull dick in his sedan. Before Frankie leaves, I walk over to the car and remind him to take care of that fucking piece of shit Perez. Bastard could’ve gotten us all killed and started a damn turf war. I run my hands through my hair thinking I am getting too old for this shit. I am almost thirty eight and I am getting too old for this territorial bullshit. 

I walk back to my shitty car and notice it is full of fucking bullet holes. Just fucking great. I have to ditch this car. I can’t drive this around, and risk being pulled over. I grab the bags and toss them into the back seat. I get into the car and think of a good rental place nearby that will still be open. I need to figure out where to ditch the car first. I can call Frankie again and ask if Duff has anything on hand. That is probably my best option. Rental places ask and require too much information that I don’t want to give.