"One of the shipments is late," Jason said as he hung up the phone.
"Then handle it, what do I pay you for?" I snapped and he just rolled his eyes.
"I think you pay me to stand next to you, so you can annoy me." The only man in the world to get away with talking to me like that.
"Whatever Jay, just handle it." I watched him pick up his phone and do his job. I looked outside the limo window. My men were unloading two of the shipment containers. Last job of the night. I was ready to go home and crawl into my bed.
"Let's hit a bar on the way home?"
"I want to go home," I said not even looking at him.
"You always want to go home." I turned and looked at him.
"Not all of us have the time, you go to the bar." I hissed.
"Tania and Bell will be there." He said as if it would make me change my mind. Tania and I have been hooking up for about six months now. It's not that I like her, I just like her in bed. The only problem is now she is starting to become clingy. I don't do clingy, and up until now. She used to understand that sex was all I wanted from her. It's my fault really, I shouldn't have allowed it to go on for so long. Bell has had her eye on Jason for a while now. Jason is different in the sense that he likes relationships. He likes to have a girlfriend. Too much commitment and drama. I like my women on my dick and out of my face. He was going to get his way only because I needed a release and then I would tell Tania to move on that I was done.
Once everything at the docks was done, without issues. We headed to Ben's bar and parked in the back. The owner Ben was a co-owner of mine. I helped his family out years ago and he pays me back with handing over ten percent of the bar's earnings. The bar makes good money and Ben is a good man. I protect what's good in this world. Both Jason and I headed inside. "Good evening Mr. Dankworth sir, what can I get for you?" The bartender asked as we took a seat.
"Where is Ben this evening?" I asked.
"He hasn't been feeling too good and decided to finally stay home and rest some." I nodded my head and asked for two shots of whiskey and a bourbon chaser. I have never been a big drinker. In fact, I prefer water. Only every once in a while do I have a drink. I believe you always need to be on your toes. You never know what might go down, and being impaired in any way will throw you off your game. Jason on the other hand drinks almost every night.
"Hey good looking." I heard her voice say behind me.
"Hello Tania, how are you tonight?"
"Better now." She said as she took a seat next to me. I moved one of the whiskey's next to her and she down it with no problems. She moved her blond hair to the side and her pouty red lips glistened in the lights from the bar. Tania was a very good looking woman. A woman that looked good on your arm. I guess most men would be proud to call her theirs. She understood who I was and didn't have a problem with it. She also knew how to keep her mouth shut. Up until the last two times, I had slept with her. I thought she was the perfect woman. She seemed to understand that all she was was sex, but now she has been getting clingy and wanting more from me. "Well, do you want to get out of here?" I turned and faced her for a moment studying her expression. All I saw was hope in her eyes. Then I did something stupid and nodded at her.
As the moon was shining through my window. I looked at the naked body lying next to me in my bed, softly snoring. I knew I needed to wake her up and get her out of here. "Tania, Tania." She started to move around.
"You ready for round three?" Rolling my eyes and frowning, I just looked at her as she turned to face me.
"No, it's time to go." I snapped.
"Really? It's like four in the morning."
"What's your point?" I watched her grab the sheet and stand up.
"I don't know what your problem is Ryder, but I'm not just going to keep being your little toy." I had to snicker at that one. I lit up a smoke and turned to look back at her.
"You're right Tania, you're not going to keep being my little toy. Get your shit and get the fuck out of here. Oh, and by the way, this whatever it is is over." Her face got all red and I knew she was biting back tears.
"Fuck you, Ryder!" She yelled out. Within a snap second. I jumped out of the bed, snatched her up by her throat, and slammed her against the wall.
"Watch who the fuck you're talking to bitch." I hissed against her face. I could feel her start to shake. I let her go and she grabbed her throat.
"See, you still want me." Fuck, I said to myself.
"Get out Tania, now!" She grabbed her things and left my room slamming the door behind her. Fucking women, I huffed and laid myself back in my bed. I finished my smoke and rolled over to get some sleep. Once again my dreams started out on the porch of my childhood home. Legos were all over and Danica was begging me to be the prince. Every time I told her no and all I wanted to do was say yes. Then the dream turned dark and all I could see was blood everywhere. I stood up and walked over to Danica's lifeless little body on the ground. I walked inside and found my parent's bodies again. My mother was crying while one of the men was on top of her. I'm always too small and helpless. Of course, I would wake up in a sweat and more pissed off then I was before.
A few hours and a shower later. I found Jason in the kitchen. "I didn't think you were coming down today."
"I've got shit to do. I can't just sleep the day away." Jason laugh and handed me a cup of coffee.
"You are aware that it's after two pm in the day, right?" I rolled my eyes and popped three Tylenol in my mouth and downed it with coffee.
"What's up for today?"
"You have a meeting with Franklin today. We have three shipments coming in and there is no news on Draco." I sighed, of course, there's not. I said to myself. The night my parents were killed. The only thing I had was a name. A name that has hunted me over the years. I was too little to understand anything and all I had to hold onto was a fucking name. A name that I have been after. A name that no matter what I had done was nothing more than a ghost. I knew my parent's case was over twenty years old. I was losing hope of ever finding any more information. The cops never found who killed my family and when I had gone to them years later. The case was cold. I vowed that no matter what I would find who killed them and rip their worlds apart. Only I'm no closer now then I was then.
I have to run again. I'm so tired of running. I wish I could disappear completely. I heard the bell go off. "Julie, your food is up," Linda said, tapping me on my shoulder. I pulled myself out of my head and got back to work. When my shift was finally over. I headed home and laid down on my couch. Tears filled my eyes as I wanted nothing more than to fall into a deep sleep and never wake up. I have been able to hide here in this small town now for almost five months. This has been the longest I have been able to stay in one place. I know that I'm going to have to move on soon. Only this time I have no idea where I'm going. I like it here, it's quiet and I have had no signs of having to run, but it's only a matter of time before they find me again.
The only thing that gives me any comfort. Is thinking about him. It also scares me. I know things, things that would make him hate me. Maybe even kill me. I have wanted to find him for years. I know who he is. I know what he has become. I know what he is looking for. I also know that I'm the one with the answers he seeks, but he also has no idea what I have been through. He has no idea what I have had to go through to protect him. I hugged myself and pulled myself off my couch. I made sure all the doors and windows were locked. I made sure all my guns were still in their place. I lifted my blanket and crawled into bed. The gun's safety under my pillow was off. I looked one more time around the room and I looked at the ugly scares all over my body before I fell to sleep.