Elijah:The Boss's Gift(2)

“I’m studying nursing at a community college. I’m having to work to help pay. Being a maid pays quite well, and no one pays attention to me.”

“Until today.”

“I was running late.” The tears that had been filling her eyes spilled over. He didn’t like the way those tears kicked him in the gut. She was five years older than his daughter, and Elijah didn’t like screwing around with younger women, especially ones so young he could be their father.

“Let me ask you, Cherry, do you want to die?”

She shook her head. “No. I don’t want to die. Please, I really don’t want to die. I won’t say anything.”

“Will anyone miss you if you were dead? If you lie I will know.” She licked her lips, and his cock thickened at the sight. Cherry had lovely, plump red lips.

“No.”

He didn’t like the way he was responding to her lips. They were so plump, and he imagined what she would look like taking his cock.

Reaching into his jacket pocket he withdrew his gun. Her eyes widened at that sight.

“Okay, Cherry, you’ve got two options. Option one, you come with me and do exactly what I say. You will live. I’ve got a daughter, and she understands my job is complicated. You cause any shit for me and I will kill you, but you behave and I’ve not got any problems with you, you’ll live a long, healthy life.”

“What’s option two?” she asked.

“I kill you now, and this conversation ends. It’ll be merciful. Marcel’s going to let his boys play with you for a bit before he kills you, but you’ll be dead. The only difference is I’ll kill you without touching you. The other way with Marcel, you’re going to earn your death.”

Her lip quivered at the options he gave her. Nothing touched him. There was no emotion at her predicament. It wasn’t his fault she was in the wrong fucking place at the wrong time. He checked his watch and saw ten minutes had already passed.

“Make a decision now. I’m going to be late for dinner.”

“Option one,” she said. “I don’t want to die.”

“Excellent.”

He put away his gun, going behind her chair and untying all of the rope that kept her in place. When she was free, he grabbed her around the neck, squeezing just a little so that she knew he meant business. “Let’s get one thing straight, Cherry. The life you knew, it’s over. You fuck with me and I swear I will make you hurt ten times worse than any bastard here.”

“But?”

“What? I wouldn’t rape you, Cherry. I’ve got a lot of men who would, though, and I’d make sure you hurt. Keep those pretty lips closed and we haven’t got a problem.” He gripped her arm tightly, leading the way out of the room.

Marcel and his men were smoking as he exited the warehouse.

“Whoa, Elijah, come on, man?”

“She’s my gift, and I’m taking her. Set up the shipment for supply and demand. You know the drill. Fuck with me, Marcel, you know you’ll pay.” He pushed Cherry into the front seat of the car, flicking the child lock in place. Some women were so fucking stupid and tried to fight at every opportunity.

Climbing behind the wheel, he started up his car, feeling the beauty purr to life. It reminded him a little of Brandy, the little lawyer he kept on his books who also knew how to suck dick like a pro. There was nothing better than a woman who loved to fuck her way to the top.

Pulling out his cell phone, Elijah made a call to Mindy.

“Dad, where are you? I’m cooking, and this is our deal.”

“I’ll be twenty minutes late, so I’m calling ahead. I’m bringing a friend, and she’s been in a little bit of trouble.” He glanced over at Cherry. Was he making a big mistake taking her with him?

****

Stupid, fucking, bastard job. Cherry kept cursing as she stared out of the car window. This was supposed to be her better life and a chance for her to do some good. Cleaning was a means of her becoming a nurse. She had always wanted to be a nurse ever since she was a little girl and watched the doctors try to save her mother from a drug overdose. They’d failed, but she’d watched them all working like mad on other patients. She’d been five, curious, and overlooked as she wandered around the hospital for two days before one of the nurses realized she was alone.

No one knew her father, and she didn’t much care to ever find out. He’d been a john, a customer in a long line who gave her mother money. She’d been on her own for so long that she’d not even thought to check out the clients she cleaned for. Actually, it wasn’t her fucking job. She worked at a cleaning company who specialized in a great cleaning with no questions asked. The pay was damn good, better than anything she’d ever earned before. She should have known the only clients they took on were fucking criminals.