Page 68 of The Guru: Shadow
“I recommend you leave right now, or–”
“Or what? Call the cops on me again? Have me removed? Make a scene? Guess what, baby, I don’t care.”
“Maybe I will. Or I’ll tell Julie what and who you really are.”
“You won’t. Same reason you didn’t tell her about Carl.”
Her eyes flashed so strongly, piercing at him. It was exactly the reaction he wanted from her. Anger was her driver.
“Stay away from me.”
“I can make a scene, too, you know. Maybe I should tell your boss you were raped.”
“Shut up! If anyone hears!”
There it was, her weak point. Little Miss Perfect needed to have others see her in exactly the light she was staging herself in. It made so much fun teasing her because he was a master of that particular art. But what made him curious the most was her not showing any symptoms of what had happened.
“So, tell me, what do you recommend?”
“Here’s the menu, help yourself, and if you ever show up here again or do what I specifically told you not to, if put that word in your mouth again, I swear to the fucking god I don’t believe in, I’ll make your life hell and destroy you by all means,” she said with a hissing voice at him with eyes burning him down with fire and a tone full of disgust. With it, she turned around and went over to her coworker without another glance.
So hot, baby. So fucking hot. I’d like to strip you down and put you over the counter, only to fuck you until you scream my name.
His inner movie however was interrupted by the coworker.
“Hi,” she said, fumbling out a notepad from her belt. “Oh my goodness.” She gasped as her eyes wandered up from her notepad to him. Her cheeks blushed in a sweet pink.
“You’re Deis DeBarra.”
“I am no one and I’d like some breakfast.”
She sure would go back to Emma in the back and tell her everything about what she just saw.
“I-I’m sorry, Emma isn’t feeling so well, so I’ll take over. What can I bring you?”
Her behavior made him smirk. Still wiggling out of everything.
“A coffee and a bagel please, and here is a generous tip for silence about who was here.” He counted five hundred dollars on the counter. “To everyone, friends, other staff, customers, social,everyone.”
“Of course, sir,” she said, a bit flabbergasted and almost curtseyed.
Such pleasant obedience.
And his hunter sprang to life. Staring at her, just for the tiniest fraction of a second he wanted to…
No. Focus.
His phone vibrated.
Ed
There’s a situation with the Pearson boy
It was time to leave.
The situation,however, wasn’t just a situation.
“How the hell did he manage to pull that off?” he asked as he walked half an hour later over puddles of blood and not just four dead, but bodies slaughtered to the point of being completely unrecognizable.