Elijah:The Boss's Gift(17)

Elijah pulled out of her pussy, reaching up to the tissues resting on the counter by the door. He wiped his excess cum from her lips. She didn’t know what to say when he helped her back into her panties then her jeans. He tore off her shirt, pulling his off, bundling her back up.

“You’ll wear my shirt today, and I don’t want to hear any arguments from you.”

His shirt was surprisingly bigger than she’d thought. Rolling up the sleeves, she was surprised when he tucked the shirt into the waistband of her jeans.

“How old are you?” she asked.

“I’m thirty-nine.” He tucked some hair behind her ear. “Go on to college. Remember who you belong to. Tonight, I want you to come to my room.”

She’d never been to his room. He always sneaked into her room.

Licking her dry lips, she nodded.

He held the keys up for her to take. “Have a good day.”

Taking the keys from him, she passed him as he opened the door for her. She stared at him as she climbed back behind the wheel. What was happening between them?

Elijah stood with his arms folded over his naked chest. She was struggling to think of a reason why she needed to go to college today.

Go.

Pulling out of the driveway, she gave Elijah a final wave.

****

“Are you sure this is him?” Elijah asked, stood outside his warehouse. Tom was assigned to Cherry’s protection detail today. John was with him. “That is Jacob Jones. He’s twenty-four years old and is the first boy in the foster home that Cherry went to when she was thirteen years old.”

Elijah gritted his teeth. Staring down at the report in his hands he couldn’t believe this asshole wasn’t in prison. Seeing that Jacob had a lot of friends in high places he wasn’t really surprised. Some men knew the right people and had the money to stay out of jail. This little shit had a long line of victims behind him, some victims who were scared to talk, other victims that had been paid off, and again some that were missing.

It didn’t take a genius to work out what happened to them.

Jacob Jones thought he was a hard-ass. Let’s see how hard he is when he faces me.

Entering the warehouse, Elijah buttoned up his jacket as he saw the little shit sitting on a chair. John had tied him down with rope keeping him in place.

“What the fuck is this about, man? Is this about money? I’ve got money. You need a favor? I can call all of them in.”

“He’s not above bribery to get what he wants,” John said.

This was one of the first men he was sure had hurt Cherry. He’d find out the truth, and he was good at it.

“You’re a businessman. You don’t want to do this. I’ve got people who care.”

Dragging a chair in front of the man, Elijah knew he shouldn’t care about what happened in Cherry’s past, but he couldn’t let it go. She’d suffered, and he wasn’t interested in seeing the men who caused her pain living happy lives.

He used Caleb and Henry to help him find the men. Both men had asked him if Cherry was worth it. Not only was she worth it, Elijah wasn’t going to stop until he made sure all the men who’d hurt Cherry were brought to his kind of justice.

She’d been in his life a month, in his bed a weekend, and already she was under his skin. The thought of some asshole hitting on her, made him angry. He was possessive of her.

He was also aware that he’d not spoken to Bethan in a long time.

“You’ve got people who care, Mr. Jones. I’ve got people who’d make sure your people couldn’t give two shits.” He stared at the asshole. Jacob had that boy-next-door look. He didn’t doubt the asshole used that to get what he wanted.

“I don’t know you, man. I’m a good guy.”

“You’re a good guy?” Elijah asked. “Really? You see, I’ve got friends in higher places than yours.”

He reached across the small table and picked up the file he’d collected on Jacob Jones.

“Wow, Jacob, your idea of being a good guy and my idea are two completely different things.” Elijah whistled. “Assault, rape, DUI, all of this shit adds up, and you’ve been doing it for a long time. I don’t give a shit about the DUI. I’m interested in something from your past or someone.”

He closed the file, staring at the man before him.

“What do you want?”

“A woman who goes by the name Cherry Morgan. What do you know about her?” Elijah asked. He wasn’t going to tell the asshole what Cherry meant to him. Jacob was going to dig his own grave.

Elijah saw the spark of recognition in Jacob’s eyes. So the bastard hadn’t forgotten about her.

“I see you remember her.”