Bastard’s Baby(117)
I made my way down the stairs and back outside. As I climbed onto my bike and rode over to the motel, my mind was a mess of conflicting emotions.
I’d just broken into a man’s apartment and threatened him. True, he was a scumbag, but he still could make my life very difficult if he chose to. I didn’t think that was likely since he’d probably been paid off pretty well by my mother, but I wasn’t sure.
If he did decide to rear his ugly little head, then I’d have to pay him again. I had a little money from the fight, and I’d be getting some more soon. All in all, it was probably going to be fine.
I was more worried about the fact that Sergey was a dead end.
There had to have been other paparazzi at that event, but I hadn’t seen any. The pictures looked like they were taken up close, so someone had to have used an expensive camera lens to get that shot from far away. I hadn’t noticed anyone else on the roof. That was pro-grade stuff, or at least someone that liked pro-grade equipment.
Plus, Sergey’s last words kept ringing in my ears. Look closer to home? I had no clue what that really meant. Did he think Alexa was blackmailing herself or something equally insane?
Still, that was a lead worth following up. Maybe there were staff working the roof, or maybe they had a security detail up there. I’d have to ask around, try to find out if anyone saw or heard anything.
This damn fucking thing was going to be a much bigger pain in my ass than I had thought.
As I walked into my room, ignoring the junkies and the whores, I locked my door and got into bed. Alexa came back into my mind then, hazy and indistinct, and I knew that I was fucking up badly. I was beginning to see just how far I’d go for this girl, even if it were stupid.
I drifted off to sleep, remembering the feel of her body, her perfect fucking tits, her tasty little cunt, and her incredible moans of pleasure.
* * *
“Hello?”
“Alexa, it’s me.”
“Cole!”
I leaned up against the wall of the rest stop halfway back home. The sun was bright in the sky, and I was taking my sweet-ass time riding back. I was thinking, trying to work out who had sent those pictures and why, but there was nothing to go on.
“I met our friend.”
“Oh my god. Cole, that’s insane.”
I laughed. “Maybe, but I wasn’t wasting any time.”
“What happened? Are you okay?”
“I’m fine. I don’t think it was him.”
She paused. “Are you sure?”
“I’m sure.”
“Shit.”
“Yeah. I’m on my way back.”
“I got another note.”
I felt a stone sink into my gut. “What does it say?”
“It has the address of a nearby park and says to leave the money by the statue. Says not to linger. We have two weeks now, apparently.”
I grunted, nodding my head. I had figured there’d be another note giving us a place to exchange. “I wonder why they’d give us more time.”
“Maybe they realized we don’t have the money yet?”
“We can’t pay them,” I said.
“Why not? If we do, this all goes away.”
“No, it doesn’t. We pay them but we get nothing in return. We need proof that those pictures are destroyed, or else we can’t pay.”
“How do we get that?”
“I don’t know.”
“Maybe we should tell our parents.”
I barked a short laugh. “Sure you want to do that, sis? Imagine how your dad will react.”
“Yeah.” I could hear the tension in her voice, and I wished I could fix it.
“We can’t risk screwing up their jobs. You said that, remember?”
“I know.”
“Then we figure this out.”
“Okay. Okay. Just come back home.”
“I’m on my way.”
“And don’t disappear like that again.”
“It’s good to hear your voice,” I said softly. “I can almost imagine what you’re wearing.”
“Stop it.”
“Low-cut shirt, no bra. Nipples hard as fuck at the sound of my voice. Short little shirt, white panties, totally useless now since they’re soaking. Am I close?”
“Not even.”
“I’m sure I’m right about the panties.”
“Nowhere near close.”
“You know, I can’t get that perfect little pussy of yours out of my mind.”
“I’m sure you could find something to distract you.”
“Maybe, but why would I want to when you’re dripping wet and waiting for me to come home?”
“Take a cold shower. Better yet, take care of it yourself.”
“You’d like that, wouldn’t you? I bet you’d love to listen to me jerk my hard cock while I thought about you.”