The Deadliest Secret (The Deadliest Series) (34 page)

             
“It’s Rina Bakset” She seemed to be too willing to play along for him.

             
He almost scoffed at the absurd name. More like Basket-case if you asked him, the bitch had crazy in her eyes, he thought about just sticking her with the blade but he was really not feeling like cleaning the car after their encounter, as long as the bitch swallowed he would be good.

             
“What’s yours or do you want me to call you daddy?”

             
“Just fucking call me nothing unless you want to meet your real daddy understand?”             

             
She winced hard at that one, no wonder she had crazy eyes; someone had daddy issues. Why else would she call him daddy? Kody thought the hooker looked older than him, but then again drugs did crazy things to your body. Kody pulled into the cramped alley, no lights this was good for him but then again he didn’t really care. Men have needs. He reached down and unbuttoned his jeans and unzipped his fly, freeing his cock in a few simple movements.

             
“What are you waiting for bitch? It ain’t going to suck itself.” He grabbed the back of her head and shoved it down till he heard her gag on his shit. Kody fisted Rina’s hair; he didn’t care if it hurt her he obviously needed to school the bitch if she was gagging on him this quick, hoes were to be obedient and do as he wanted or else they would be punished.

             
He pulled and pushed her head faster and faster, the smell of her burnt synthetic hair makes his nostrils flare in disgust he didn’t mention it though, obviously she burned her shit. Maybe he would tip her so she would get some decent weave so she didn’t make her customers go soft with that rank, putrid smell.  Kody closed his eyes and imagined Gwen’s head moving up and down his cock, the soft slurping sounds were hers and not this hooker’s disgusting spit on him. Rina tried to grab his hands out of her hair; he shoved her head down so she was forced to take all of his cock. She may be cheap but she was going to learn to be worth the amount people paid.

             
“Do that again and you won’t fucking get paid.” He warned.

             
The hooker was only able to nod slightly as her reply. Good bitch, Kody started thrusting up into Rina’s mouth relentlessly, he felt his balls tighten up signaling how close he was, thank fuck he was going to be able to get crazy eyes out of here soon, he tried to enjoy it as she tried to get fancy and move her tongue, his eyes rolled and he pushed her down hard again, the gagging sound almost making him laugh, her throat tried to close around his cock but he kept thrusting, almost wanting to roar he got closer to the brink of his orgasm, she scraped the vein under his cock, fuck that was it he thrust one more time before holding her head.

             
“Suck it bitch and you better fucking swallow it all” He barked the order loudly in the car.

             
She was an obedient whore now, her head stayed down even though her throat was gasping for air and he spilled his seed down her throat his cock deep enough she couldn’t spit it out. Her mouth sucked at him hard and he kept coming in her mouth till he was done.  When his cock stopped twitching he allowed her head up, one of her tracks stuck to his hand.

             
“What the fuck?” He gaped at the hair stuck to his palm; almost amused that after all these years he had hairy palms.

             
She grabbed for her weave like he was dangling a gold necklace. Kody flipped her a fifty, and glared at her.

             
“You can get the fuck out now Rina.”

             
She looked at him almost like she was hurt, he was not the man for that, and he leaned over her and opened the door, then repeated his demand. She got out and kept some dignity she just closed the door and walked the other direction, Kody flipped on the lights to the car and drove off hoping to get the smell of that dirty whore out of his car before he would get his Gwen back, which would be soon, his contacts were working quickly, money and the threat of a slow painful death for failure seemed to be a good motivator. If it’s not broken…

             
Gwen was lying on the couch in the hotel suite, Darrien had left to go fill in the handler, and she was bored out of her mind. Darrien’s movie commentary was slightly comforting to her. He talked through movies. She was just glad not to be alone while processing. Darrien was starting to come around to her and actually shared his life with her. His story had been horrible but he was triumphing in life, perhaps through this shit-storm she was experiencing she would be able to triumph again as well.

             
There was a knock at the door and Gwen flew up from the couch her thoughts now off Darrien and onto the lurch in her stomach. She was starving. Thankfully she had the presence of mind to order room service a while ago. The waiter brought the cart in and left her to her business, they were efficient and understood the meaning of privacy. She had barely had any conversation with any of them further than a brief “hello, how do you do?” talk.

             
Darrien returned a few hours later and looked more stressed than before.  She stood when he entered, for some reason she felt like she should.

             
“Hey… so have they found him yet?” Gwen didn’t have to specify whom.

             
“No and they aren’t moving us for at least two more weeks.” He threw his wallet down on the table and grabbed some food from the remaining cart.

             
“W-What?” She stammered.

             
“I put in a request to be moved, they normally don’t take this long to find anyone and it makes me a little itchy to stay in one place so long with a package.”  He explained

             
“Oh.” She couldn’t think of anything else to respond with.

             
“So I read about you and Kody. The notes are detailed.” He changed the subject.

             
“He’s a real bastard.” She said simply with a shrug of her shoulders, trying to keep her mind off of Kody and what he had done to her.

             
“Explain to me how you met?” He asked, genuinely curious.

             
“It’s a bad story.” Her eyes locked on him.

             
“I can handle bad.” He sat next to her and finished the roast beef sandwich he was chewing.

             
“Don’t say I didn’t warn you…” Gwen said and launched into her memory from a lifetime ago, her secret love spilling out as the words fell from her lips.

              Kody was growing restless, it was time to meet with his own special agent one more time, this time the boy had details on where his Gwen was taken and where she was being held. They had to meet in person Kody didn’t trust phone conversations. He needed to look in the eyes of the person he was talking to and decide if they were lying to him, because if they were lying they would surely regret it swiftly. He sat and consumed his vodka, straight up. The slight burn in his throat was nothing compared to the burn he felt in his chest. He knew soon he would have his woman back in his arms.

             
The agent entered in the same fashion as last time. You could almost smell the fear coming off of the other man. Kody scoffed and the agent came to him, they traded information in Russian to be sure that the other patrons of the bar didn’t hear about his nefarious actions. He was not going to detail them to this spineless agent, but if they knew who he was, who he was after, they may try to ruin what he has in store.  The agent had an exact location on his Gwen this was good. Soon he would be reunited with his love and there was no one left who could stand in his way. Kody left the bar with a sadistic smile on his face.

              When Gwen’s story wound down and Darrien knew everything he was angry. Kody had been allowed many trespasses against Gwen. The bastard deserved to rot in hell for the crimes he committed and the pain he put Gwen through when he cheated, lied, and involved her in. That selfish nature of his could have destroyed her career before it ever began.  “McQueen should have never gotten that close to you again.”

             
“What?” She snapped back to attention, her mind must have wandered.

             
“McQueen, he was a shit in your past, a shit in your present, and will be a dead shit in the future. He should have never gotten near you again. It’s bullshit they put you in danger.”

             
“Well get in line for the things people have fucked up on this case.” She was getting brazen.

             
He chuckled this was entertaining from her. “How about we order some drinks to go with dinner? Make us both feel better about the day?”

             
“That would be nice, I am starting to get cabin fever here. A nice wine might help.”

             
Darrien called down for more room service, the bill was starting to stack up, and he ordered scotch, white wine, and whatever the dessert special is for the night. Tonight was going to be spent drinking, reminiscing, and dreaming about the future. Darrien wanted to distract her; she deserved that much from her time in purgatory.

Chapter twenty-seven

Time passed slowly for Gwen. She had memorized the television schedule. It had been four weeks since she went out in public, a month in the hotel room, more than a month away from home, a month just knowing one person. She was not allowed out because of Darrien, but that didn’t stop Gwen from trying to con her way out of the now depressing hotel room. Darrien and her had spent time talking. That was the only reprieve for her. She learned more about his past, where he grew up, what his family was like. It seemed he was similar to her in many ways. Maybe he’d say something she could use.

              They went from being strangers, to friends of sorts. Gwen even smiled sometimes. She smiled. Darrien had caused her to smile on a few occasions, sure he was someone new in her life but he was funny, his commentary was comfortable, and best of all she didn’t ever have to be alone. He was like her shadow.  She paced back and forth until she heard the keycard in the lock and looked to the door. She did like to look at him; he was like her own private Adonis. She had walked in on him changing once and she would never forget the way Darrien looked with his shirt off, wow. 

              Darrien came back from a meeting with the handler, still no progress on the case, it was annoying him. He felt like a caged animal. There was nothing left to do, he was itchy about it. He was getting too comfortable with Gwen; she was getting under his skin, which was a big no-no for his line of work. He was actually starting to care for her as more than just a package he had to protect. They had turned off the television and had many conversations at length about whom they are. She had even surprised him with divulging more about her past, and her life with Torrian, her former fiancé that Kody McQueen had killed.

             
He walked into the room and spotted her, he could swear she was going to wear a track into the carpet and chuckled. “Waiting for me?”

             
“No just bored. Any news to report?” She stopped her pattern of back and forth.

             
“Nothing, we just have to wait another week to hear from the handler.”

             
“So no going home.” She said on a heavy sigh.

             
“Nope,” Darrien felt bad for her and wanted to do something, thinking on the fly he opened his mouth again, “we’re going to get out of here, I’m going bat-shit in here.”

             
She laughed at what Darrien hoped was the expression. “Are you teasing me?” she asked.

             
“No, I’m serious. Go get dressed, we’re going out to the market.” He stated simply.

             
Gwen’s face lit up with happiness, the first time Darrien had seen it, the difference between her sullen look that she had been sporting and this was infinite. She was happy and it was actually a beautiful look on her. He decided he was going to make her smile again.

             
“What should I wear?” She asked from the bedroom, Darrien’s head whipped around and saw she hadn’t closed the door completely and he got an eyeful.

             
After he cleared his throat. “Jeans, walking shoes, a t-shirt, maybe a hooded sweatshirt so we can hide your face if need be.”

             
Gwen finished dressing without another word and came out. Darrien stood up casually wiping his sweaty palms over his jeans, he was not going to admit he saw her in her bra and panties, she didn’t need someone to embarrass her like that. She seemed like the coy or shy type, plus it wasn’t like it was a show for him. She had only forgotten to close the door completely.