Hard Bastard(188)
“I don’t do that anymore.”
“Anymore? We pay real well, Marla.”
“Don’t call here again. I don’t do that sort of thing. I never have.”
“Marla, you just said—”
But she hung up.
I raised my eyebrow at her. “That’s it?”
“Damn,” Alexa said, dropping her fake voice. “I thought she would go in for it.”
“It was a nice try. I thought she was going to take the bait for a second.”
“She did seem really nervous though, didn’t she?”
I nodded. “Like she had something to hide.”
“Damn, damn, damn,” she said. I laughed at her frustration.
“Okay then, you had your attempt. Now we can try things my way?”
“Fine. What do you have in mind?”
“I say me and you go and pay Marla Stone a little fucking visit.”
Alexa looked at me for a second, her eyebrow cocked, a small smile playing on her lips. She looked so damn fucking sexy. I wanted to reach out and grab her, pull her against me, bite that pouty little lip of hers, fuck her right there on the bench press machine.
Instead, she just nodded.
“Okay. We’ll play it your way.”
“Good. You’ll like it my way.”
She just rolled her eyes and headed back upstairs.
The girl was driving me insane. I knew what she wanted and how badly she wanted it, but she was gong to dance away every time I got too close to that delicious pussy of hers.
It didn’t matter. It’d be mine soon enough.
And anyway, I was having fun. Sure, it was taking up a lot of my time, and that shit wasn’t a game. It had some real fucking consequences. Even still, I lived for real consequences, lived to do dangerous shit. I wanted to live fast and faster, never slowing down, and I wanted to bring Alex along for that ride.
Or I wanted her to ride me. Either way worked just fine.
Chapter 13
Alexa
I was pretty frustrated that my little phone call ruse hasn’t worked at all, especially because of the smug look on Cole’s face as I climbed into the car.
After Marla had seen through me, Cole went up to take a shower and I was tasked with finding her address. Finding exactly where someone lived should have been harder than it was, but it didn’t take me very long.
But what the hell was I doing anyway? I wasn’t the type of girl to hunt someone down. Then again, I wasn’t the type of girl to marry a stranger, to want her stepbrother, or to get blackmailed, but apparently I could do all those things. Maybe I was moving away from the normal, boring person I used to be.
I felt a thrill at that thought. Maybe it was okay to take my life into my own hands. I couldn’t just sit back and hope for someone to save me; I had to step up and do something about my situation. Cole wasn’t going to just take care of everything on his own, although I was sure he would have if I let him.
No, I didn’t need Cole. I didn’t need anybody. Or maybe I did, but not in the way that I used to think.
“Know where we’re going?” he asked.
I nodded, holding up my phone to show him the GPS directions. “Let’s do this.”
He laughed and pulled out into traffic. I slipped sunglasses on to help with the glare from the slowly setting sun.
“What’s the plan, then?” I asked him.
“Plan?”
“Yeah, you know, the thing we’re going to do when we get there.”
He grinned and shrugged. “No plan.”
“Are you kidding me?”
“Relax, wife. We don’t need a plan.”
“Stop calling me that, and yes we do. We can’t just break her door down and start yelling.”
“I wasn’t going to break her door,” he muttered.
“Come on, we need some sort of game plan here.”
“Fine. What do you have in mind?”
I sighed. Was he really going to just wing the whole thing? Probably, yeah. That seemed exactly like something he would do.
“Well, first thing is, she’s going to recognize us.”
“Did you bring masks?”
“No. So I think our biggest problem is going to be getting her to open the door.”
“If it’s an apartment building, we can just wait for someone to come out before we go in.”
“True. Good point. But if it’s not?”
“I’ll buzz her and say I have a package she might want.”
“You’re not making a penis joke right now, are you?”
He gave me a little sideways grin. “Yes. Penis joke.”
I rolled my eyes. “Okay, whatever. What if that doesn’t work?”
“Then we stake her out. We’ll wait until she comes outside. She’ll have to leave her apartment sooner or later.”