When he opens it, I watch as the blood drains from his face, leaving him pale and sweating.
“Judge Watkins-“
“-Hello Andrew.” I cut him off and force him back inside his home. “Long time no see.”
“Judge Watkins is…”
“Yes, yes.” I wave him off. “The fucker is dead. Why are you so freaked out?”
“D-did you d-do it?” He finally stutters out and I flash him my award winning smile.
“Show me the proof of your resignation and Vin is going to take a peek at your computer.” I snap my fingers at him.
He jerks forward and I follow him into a small office. He points to his computer and then hands me over a folder. I already know his computer is clean and has been for the last few weeks because I have enough spyware on there to detect a sneeze from another room. I already know what’s in the folder because I sometimes pay him and his family late night visits while they all sleep peacefully in their beds. It’s the only way I can keep tabs on his ‘progress’ regardless of how much sleep I lose.
Vin sits and powers up the desktop. He knows as well that there’s nothing on there but fear is a potent ally and one I plan to keep. As soon as I lose that, I go back to just being a teenage girl that knows how to fight really well. The girl I was when I first came to Whitsborough.
I open the folder and see his formal resignation inside and a printed copy of the school board’s regret over his sudden departure. I hand it back to him and flash him another smile which earns me a shaky exhale.
“Relax, Andrew.” I shake my head at him. “I’m just Ember today.”
“You’re never just Ember.” He squeaks.
Vin’s deep chuckle attracts my attention and I look over at him, “clean.” He says to me with a nod.
“Good!” I clap my hands like the psycho I am. “Andrew, you did a good job.”
“Wait…” Vin interrupts and I turn slowly to look at him. We’ve rehearsed this, so I know exactly what it is he’s going to say. But Andrew looks just about ready to pass out. “There’s an email on here from Chief Moore.”
“Yes,” Andrew nods. “That folder has the printed version. I even put your name on it.” He’s a blubbering mess but he’s right, I know he never had any intention of keeping it from me.
“What does it say?” I ask Vin, keeping my eye on Andrew.
“Some heavy shit.” He whistles.
“Read it.”
“Andrew, Black Slaughter is becoming a serious problem for us. I know she’s been by to see you and I need you to give me everything you got on her. Everything! I plan on getting rid of this problem by the end of summer.”
“Sounds like he wants to kill me, huh?” I look at Andrew. He nods emphatically. “What did Andrew reply with, Vin?”
“I have nothing, she’s threatened me to resign and clear my computer or else I die. That’s all I have.” Vin reads.
“Hmmm.” I rub my chin in thought. “I think you should meet up with Chief Moore. I want you to get me as much information as you can.”
“Okay.” He nods eagerly. “Whatever you need.”
“There’s a good boy, Andrew. Vin, I didn’t even have to pull the knife out once.”
“He’s learning.” Vin’s deep voice is laced with approval. “Looks like some people can change.”
“I’ll need that information by the end of the week.” I tell him with a sharp pat to the cheek. The way he flinches satisfies something deep inside me.
“No problem.” He swallows hard and averts his gaze to the floor.
Vin gets up from the desk and walks around. He stops in front of Andrew, “don’t fuck it up.” His voice sounds scarily sexy and I may have just soaked a perfectly clean thong.
We leave Andrew’s after he promises to call Moore and set up a meeting. I want to know how this guy plans on killing me so I can do it back to him but one hundred times worse.
“Pull over.” I tell Vin when we are about five minutes from the house.
“What? Why?” He looks at me with his eyebrow raised.
“I want to ride your dick before we get home and have to wait until the kids are asleep.” I snarl back at him.
He nods and pulls the Hummer over to the side of the road where the trees are thick and traffic is almost non-existent. I begin reaching under my dress to grab my panties when his hand curls around my chin and forces me to look at him. His thumb sweeps over my bottom lip and pulls until they fall apart with a small pop.
“Leave them on and hike that dress up around your waist.” He growls and then drags my face to his so he can ravish my mouth.
This is my favourite Vin, the one that demands and works my body like an instrument in which he’s the only one that knows how to play. His tongue ring flicks against my tongue and I moan at the feeling. His teeth sink into the plush cushion of my lower lip as he pulls away and finally releases. I look at his lap and see he’s already undone his jeans and belt, just the thought of having him in my mouth makes my saliva pool in anticipation.
“Pull those down.” I say, my husky voice deep with arousal.
He does as I ask and drops his jeans at a pool around his feet. His black silk boxers are magnificently tented, the fabric unable to hold down the awakened beast inside. I skim my hand over him inside his boxers and smile at his intake of breath. When I reach his tip, I can feel the ring through it and
