House of Paine - A Full Length Bad Boy Novel (19 page)

“The package on the seat next to you contains a syringe of heroin. It’s enough to kill a very large man. I don’t know how you plan to subdue him while you do this, but make sure it’s injected straight into a large vein. If you want it to look like he did it himself, make sure and put it somewhere he could reach and use the tourniquet. Wipe everything down that you might have even touched.”

“Got it,” she said.

“The heroin is going to make him stop breathing…”

“I know. I’m a medical student so I’m aware of its effects. Thank you, Jules.”

Jules pulled to the curb about a block before they got to the club. He turned and looked at her and said, “I hope your plan is fail proof…because if it’s not Paige, you’re dead.”

It was chilling…and accurate. “I know,” she said, “I won’t be the one dying tonight.”

Paige walked the block to the club. When she walked in, she saw that the place was almost packed full. She saw Kelsey with the bartender Mike behind the bar and walked over to them. She started to smile until she saw the look on Kelsey’s face.

“Nice of you to show up!”

Paige looked at her watch. She was due in at eight, it was only seven-forty-five. “Was I supposed to be here earlier?” Paige asked.

Kelsey didn’t answer her. Instead she looked at Paige and said, “Just get upstairs in my office.”

Paige wondered what that was about, but she didn’t question her. Kelsey was already pissed; there was no reason to antagonize her further. Paige made her way upstairs to the office. A few minutes later Kelsey came tapping in on her expensive heels and said, “I want to know what’s going on between you and Damien.” She sat down and focused her bitchiest stare on Paige’s face.

“Nothing is going on.”

“Bullshit! Don’t fucking lie to me.”

“I’m not lying. Damien’s not interested in me…”

“Then why the fuck is he bringing you to work?”

My car broke down and he offered. He was kind enough to give me a ride home. He came back the next day to bring me to work while my car was in the shop. He was just being nice. Nothing happened.”

Paige didn’t look like she believed her. She narrowed her eyes and said, “Damien and I have been together for the better part of eight years. We’re going to end up together. He’s not available.”

“Okay…I didn’t want him.”

“You’re a fucking liar.”

“Really Kelsey…please don’t tell Caine I said this, but he’s more my type…you know? I love all of those big muscles…”

“Damien has plenty of muscle,” Kelsey said.

Paige almost shuddered when she thought about how right the other woman was. “Just remember, he’s off limits.”

“Okay.”

Kelsey sat there and stared at her for a long time. Paige could tell that the stare was designed to be intimidating. Paige just found it annoying. After several minutes Kelsey waved a hand at her and said, “Get to work.”

Paige, obviously dismissed by the mafia princess, gladly left the office. The club was even more packed when she got downstairs and she rolled up her sleeves and went to work. The time flew by and about two hours before quitting time…in walked her mark.

Paige kept on with her work while keeping an eye on Caine. He looked obviously wasted again, slapping high fives to some of the men and shamelessly flirting with their wives and girlfriends. She had to wonder as she watched him, why no one had killed him already. He is such an arrogant jerk that she was certain more than half the people who acted like they liked him, only did so because of who his father is. She felt torn between excited and scared, but the one thing she didn’t feel about what she planned to do was ambivalent. In her mind, taking out Caine would not only give Greg the justice he deserved…she would be doing a community service, ridding the city of a pest that would continue to eat away at it for years if she didn’t. She kept a loose eye on him as she worked until about a half hour after he arrived, he finally spotted her and came over. He bellied up to the bar, reached over and grabbed her behind the neck and pulled her into him. He shoved his tongue into her mouth, right there in front of everyone. Paige was seething…but she didn’t let it show. Instead, when he let her go she grinned at him and ran her tongue over her lips.

“Well, hello to you too,” she said. “Having a good night.”

“I will be,” he said with a lustful look. He reached for one of her tits and she stepped back. He gave her a warning look and she smiled and said, “Later.”

He seemed to accept that for the moment. About fifteen minutes later he was back. This time he was behind the counter and taking liberties with her ass. The bartenders all pretended not to notice as he grabbed handfuls of it and ran his hands around in front even to give her pussy a squeeze. Paige wanted to vomit. She couldn’t wait to look this puke in the eye as he sucked in his last breath. She played duck and dodge; every once in a while forcing herself to let him grab and pinch her or kiss her in his nasty, open-mouthed way that he thought was so sexy.

“Come on, you’ve done enough out here. Let’s go in the back so you can do me.”

This was it…ShowTime.

Paige leaned into him and gave him a long, slow kiss. She made sure that her tits were pressing into his chest and she even let her hand rub over the front of his pants where his erection strained against it.

“I am so ready to fuck you. I have a surprise for you. Why don’t you go in the back and wait for me. I’ll fix us a drink and be right there.”

Caine gave her a suspicious look. “You wouldn’t be playing games with me, would you?”

She put her mouth close to his ear and said, “My mouth and my pussy are both watering for your big cock. I’ll be there baby…wait for me, you won’t be sorry.”

“Five minutes,” he said with another bold squeeze of her ass.

“Less,” she told him with a wink.

She watched him finally turn and go down the hall. When he was gone she took a deep breath and took down a bottle of bourbon. She fixed them each a glass of bourbon on ice and then she reached down into her purse underneath the counter. She took out the Tylenol bottle and in case anyone was watching, she shook out two pills. One of them was the Suc. Palming that one, she popped the Tylenol in her mouth. Then she dropped the other into Caine’s drink and as she walked towards the back, she used a swizzle stick to stir it while it dissolved. When she got to the door of the room, she patted the pocket of her skirt where the small case with the syringe was, just to reassure herself that it was still there. Telling herself once again that this was it…Greg would finally get justice; she pushed open the door and stepped in.

He grinned when he saw her. She walked over to him and handed him the bourbon, seductively taking a drink of her own as she did. He reached for her and she stepped back.

“I have surprise for you baby. Sit in the chair and enjoy your drink…you’ll like this, I promise.”

Caine looked skeptical, but he did as she asked. She smiled when she saw him take a sip of his drink. She pushed the play button on the IPOD deck she’d set up earlier and "Feelin' Good' by Nina Simone came wafting out. She took another sip of her drink and then set it down and began to unbutton the buttons on her blouse while her hips made time with the seductive music. Caine was grinning…and drinking. She finished unbuttoning and let the blouse fall slowly off her arms to the floor. Turning her back to him, she reached up and unhooked her bra. After she shrugged that off, she turned back towards him and grabbed one in each hand. She danced like that for a minute, letting her fingers run across her nipples as he moaned and ran his hand along the tented crotch of his pants.

Paige began to gyrate her hips as she unbuttoned her skirt and let that fall off next. She left on her sexy black heels and she turned her back to him and bent over as she slid off her panties. She heard him stand up and she knew he was getting impatient. Turning back towards him she saw him drain his drink and put the glass down. In two steps he was grabbing her arm and leading her over to the bed.

“You didn’t like my striptease baby?” she said in the most seductive tone she could muster.

He grabbed one of her hands and pressed it into his crotch, forcing her to feel how excited he was. “I fucking loved it,” he said, “But now I need to be buried deep inside that wet snatch of yours.”

Paige almost gagged at the thought. If the Suc doesn’t work, she wasn’t sure she’d be able to endure another one of his disgusting assaults. He grabbed one of her nipples and twisted and pulled hard on it. Too hard, it hurt. Paige cried out and he let go, grabbing a handful of her hair then and yanking her head back hard. He put his lips to her neck and Paige did her best to dance them around so his back would be to the bed. When it was, she pulled loose from the kiss, planning to push him back onto the bed. She didn’t have to do that though. As soon as she let him go, he fell back on his own.

She smiled when she saw the wild look in his eyes. It was as if “what the fuck did you do?” was written in them. She could tell that he was trying to talk, but nothing but strange sounds were coming out of his throat and after a few seconds, nothing at all. While he lay there paralyzed, hardly able to breathe, Paige put her clothes back on. He was hanging half off the bed, so then with a lot of effort because of his dead weight; she pulled his legs over so he was lying in the middle of the bed. She grabbed the little kit out of her skirt pocket she climbed up and straddled him.

“How are you feeling?” she asked him. “Is it getting hard to breathe?” He couldn’t do anything but blink. “I have a confession. My name is Paige Acosta…does that ring a bell?” His eyes widened more and she knew that it did. “Yeah, Greg Acosta was my big brother. I loved him very much. He was a good man, one of the best…and you killed him, didn’t you?”

She could tell that he was trying to communicate with her through his eyes. He wanted to lie…it was all he really knew how to do, she was sure. “That wasn’t a question, asshole. I know you killed him. Now guess what? I’m going to kill you…the same, exact way you ended my brother’s life you pathetic scum bag.”

She opened up her little kit and first took out the rubber tourniquet and the latex gloves. She slipped on the gloves and then tied the tourniquet around his arm. It was tight, but in a few minutes, it wouldn’t matter. The vein in the anti-cubital of his arm was bulging. Paige didn’t hesitate…she didn’t let herself really consider what she was doing at that moment. She slid the needle into his arm and depressed the plunger as she said, “Bye bye scum bag. I hope my brother gets to meet up with you before you go to hell.” She continued to sit on top of him and watch as the life drained out of his eyes. Within seconds, he closed them and that was it…he stopped breathing.

A minute later reality hit her and that was when the panic set in. She suddenly began to shake all over. “Oh fuck!” she jumped up off of him and almost fell over when she did. Her legs were shaking so hard, her head was spinning and she felt sick to her stomach. She’d just killed a man…it was something she would have never believed possible only a few short months ago.

Stop it Paige! Focus! You have to get out of here!

She mentally kicked herself in the ass and then she got to work. She went into the bathroom and got a clean rag…then she proceeded to wipe down every surface in the room, paying special attention to the things she knew for certain that she had touched. When she finished that, she picked up Caine’s right arm with the rag and laid it across his stomach. His hand fell close to the syringe so it was feasible he’d administered the heroin to himself. She was sweating when she finished. She went into the bathroom then and splashed water on her face and smoothed down her hair by running her fingers through it. Then with another deep, shaky breath, she picked up the two glasses and carried them out of the room. When she got to the door between the hallway and the club she stopped and looked around. The patrons had almost all left and the employees were bustling around, getting ready for closing time.

Paige stopped at one of the tables and scooped up a few more glasses. Carrying them with her to the bar, she sat them all down in a washtub and then picked up the tub and carried it to the back. The dishwasher was open, so she loaded the glasses into it, closed the door and flipped the switch. Any trace of the Suc that may have been left was gone now. With another breath, calmer this time, she went back out to the bar and got her purse from underneath. Looking at Mike the bartender she said,

“I’m taking off, Mike. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

He looked up at her and said, “Okay Paige, thanks for your help tonight.”

It was so busy that it was possible he hadn’t even noticed her missing. She put her bag on her arm and strolled outside. It was only when she hit the fresh air outside that she began gulping it in. She was on the verge of hyperventilating as she walked quickly away from the club. She fished her phone out of her purse and pressed Damien’s number.

“Hey! Do you need a ride?” he answered.

“Caine’s dead,” she said in a flat voice.

“What?”

“Caine’s dead and I killed him.”

Damien was freaking out. Paige called and told him that she killed Caine…he was half-way out the door, still on the phone with her when he heard her hailing a cab. What the fuck was she thinking? Not that Damien had any qualms about Caine being dead. He was an evil son of a bitch and the world will be a lot better off without him…but there is no way Lucas is going to sit by idly after this. He’ll find out who killed his son…and he will make them pay.