I Hear Voices(19)

Dear God, did the entire world know I was a virgin? Was it stamped on my forehead?

Dixon’s grin got bigger. “I also got intel that dear Aunt Sophie put a million dollar bounty on Zelda’s head. Yeah, a million dollars and she has to be unharmed and get this, still a virgin to collect.”

I opened my psychic eyes and reached out.

“Granny I need you.”

She appeared next to me. “What’s wrong?”

“Can you find out if Aunt Sophie put a bounty on me?”

She nodded and vanished.

Dixon groused into the phone. “She’s talkin’ to herself again.” He listened for a minute. “A ghost, huh? Go figure. Nice chattin’ with you but I’ve got a cherry to pick. You might have a thing about virgins but I don’t. I kinda like the thought of being her first.” Chuckling, he closed his cell phone and stood.

I looked around frantically. Was there a parachute on this jet, cuz I was ready to jump!

The big, bad biker noticed my panic-filled expression. “Don’t worry, sweetheart, I’ll make it good for you.”

“Gosh, I’m a bit… Overwhelmed at your utterly romantic offer. Could I think about it for a year or two?”

“No.” Dixon leaned down until we were nose to nose. He placed a massive hand on each arm rest, effectively trapping me in my seat. “It’s an easy fix for a really big problem.” His lips caressed mine.

“Relax. You’re about to join the mile high club.”

Hallefrickinlujah!

My

dream

had

been

answered. Not! I shoved against his powerful chest.

“What about your wife?

“Sarah? What about her?”

“Don’t you think she’ll be hurt, betrayed and angry?”

“Nope, she divorced me six months after Amy was taken. She blamed me for the entire fiasco.”

“Oh, I’m sorry. How’s Amy doing?”

Dixon gave me a derisive look. “You’re stalling.”

Of course I was. The psychic women in my family were cursed. We were forever bound to whoever took our virginity. “Yeah, so? I don’t want to join the mile high club and I don’t want my cherry popped.”

“You’d rather be sacrificed to a demon?”

“Well no but…” His kiss was commanding, very thorough and left me cold. I jabbed him in the neck

with my handy-dandy tranquillizer ring. I had been saving it for Derek but this was an emergency.

He grabbed his neck. “What did you do?”

“No means no, asshole.”

Dixon roared, “What did you do?”

“I gave you an injection of Hydroxyzene HCL.

It’s rather fast acting. Nighty-night.”

His eyes rolled back in his head and he toppled to the floor.

“You aren’t popping my cherry you cock-sucking, knuckle-dragging creep,” I muttered furiously as I searched him. “The only one picking my cherry is Derek and there’s little chance of that happening. So I die a virgin, big friggin’ deal.” I pulled a . caliber Smith & Wesson from his ankle holster and discovered a pair of handcuffs tucked in his back pocket. Where the hell was the knife?

That’s when I noticed a slight bulge between his shoulders and lifted up his shirt. Dixon was wearing a harness with a nice quick draw knife sheath. Very carefully, I pulled it out and examined the razor sharp blade. Nice workmanship and it was perfectly balanced.

Should I try it out? An evil grin curved my mouth. Why the hell not? With a flick of my wrist, I threw it and the knife impaled itself nicely in the far seat. Grinning, I stepped over Dixon and doing as much damage as I could, I yanked the knife out of the very expensive Corinthian leather seat.

Okay, I’m a bitch, sue me.

I tapped Dixon on the shoulder. “You don’t mind if I keep the knife, do ya?”

The big, bad biker began to snore like a grizzly bear in heat.

“No? Gosh, I’ll treasure it always.” I dropped the knife in the purse along with the cuffs.

Now all I had to do was commandeer the aircraft. Hiding the gun behind my back, I let out a blood curdling scream and shrieked, “Help! Please help me.”

The cockpit door remained firmly closed.

Well, hell, guess Dixon had a lot of screaming women on his airplane. What a surprise. Stripping down to my underwear, I tucked the gun in my waistband.

I took a step and it fell out, smacking the lecherous biker in the head. “Oh Crap! Sorry.”

Dixon didn’t even grunt, he just kept on snoring.

Picking up the gun, I stuffed it in the back of my panties, walked over to the cockpit door and banged frantically. “Please! I think he had a heart attack.”

The door was immediately flung open. The pilot took one look at Dixon and pulled a Glock from a side holster. His creepy, hot-eyed gaze roved over me and settled on my clunky orthopedic shoes.

I giggled madly. “He thinks old lady shoes are sexy.”

The pilot snorted. “What happened?”

Letting the tears roll down my cheeks, I did my best hysterical, ditzy female act. “We were just getting to the good part. And… And he grabbed his chest and collapsed. I think it’s a heart attack. My dad died from something called the widow maker and I can’t do that again. I mean, I really, really hate funerals. Can you help him? I think we need to get him to a hospital. Should I call —?”

The pilot gave me a suspicious look, bent down and checked Dixon’s pulse. “I don’t think it’s a heart attack.”

“Really?” I kicked him hard in the face. His head snapped back and he slumped to the floor, stunned. “Me either.” Quickly cuffing the men together, I retrieved the Glock and backed away as Dixon moaned and thrashed around. Omigod! He shouldn’t be waking up this fast.

The pilot erupted to his feet and took a swing at me. His fist missed me by a good foot as he was jerked backwards by two hundred pounds of dead weight.

“You fucking bitch,” the pilot yelled, lunging wildly at me. His face red with effort, he tried to pull Dixon’s limp body down the aisle, but his legs kept getting caught on the seats.

“Ya know, if you break the boss’s legs, he’s gonna be pissed.”

“There’s nowhere for you to run, you fucking cunt. Get these cuffs off me now and I might let you live!”

I pointed the Glock at him. “Is that nice? I think you should apologize. I’d really hate to have to shoot ya.”

He bared his teeth in a snarl. “What did you do to the boss?”

“He wouldn’t take no for an answer, so I put him to sleep.”

“He’s gonna fucking kill ya.”

“Doubtful. I have something he wants.”

He surveyed me from head to toe and sneered.

“He gets all the pussy he needs. You ain’t that special, bitch.”

“Oh, but I am.” Keeping the gun trained on him, I grabbed my jumpsuit and purse.

“You’re fucking nuts.”

I shrugged. “Some people think I am. Can’t imagine where they get that idea from. Oh, by the way, I need to borrow your airplane for a bit.”

Alarm flared in his eyes. “Have you ever flown a Bombardier Learjet before?”

“Nope but how hard can it be?” At his horrified expression, I hurriedly shut and locked the cockpit door.

The pilot shouted some very creative profanities.

That man really needed his mouth washed out.

I quickly dressed and climbed into the pilot’s chair.

“Ouch!” I had forgotten the stupid gun. I wriggled, jiggled and shimmied frantically until the gun slid down my leg and clunked to the floor. I

dumped it in my purse, sat down and tried to ignore the pilot’s vulgar threats.

One look at the control console and I groaned.

Complicated didn’t even begin to describe it. This wasn’t the friggin’ space shuttle and did I really need all this crap?

Good thing Uncle Aldo insisted on me getting a pilot’s license. I was instrument rated but I hadn’t finished my multi-engine course yet. On the bright side, I had managed to get twenty hours of flight simulator training on the Learjet. The downside was it had been over a year ago and my memory was a bit spotty.

Panic knotted my stomach. If I could just find the flight manual, I might be able to land this bird without crashing. I quickly checked the storage compartments. Shit, nothing but porn magazines, condoms and a bottle of expensive whiskey. Maybe if I asked the pilot nicely, he would agree to help me.

The cockpit door shuddered from a massive blow. “Let me in, you fucking bitch!”

Nope, that option was definitely out.





Chapter Ten


“Granny Annabel I need your help!”

Still wearing her flight attendant’s outfit, she materialized in the co-pilot’s chair and looked around in alarm. “Are you sure this is a wise move?

You crashed in your flight simulator training.”

The cockpit door shook violently.

I wasn’t the best pilot in the world but there was no need for her to rub it in. “It was either hijack the airplane or become a member of the mile high club.”

Granny wrapped cold, slightly slimy fingers around my arm. “You must lose your virginity or you will die.”

Horror roiled my stomach. “My God, Aunt Sophie actually plans on sacrificing me?”

“Asmoday gave her a week to bring you to him.”

“That explains the million dollar bounty. What happens if she fails?”