desperately needed it. No one knew she was here except Thomas, who was expecting her to be dead right about now. And maybe if Thomas thought Jake succeeded, he’d let her go.
Unlike Kris, who’d shown little sign of forgiving Jordan after hearing her story, Riley felt only sympathy for her. He’d been almost the same age when his father died in an accident. A few years later, his mother died from cancer. One sudden death, one prolonged demise. Neither compared to your parents being murdered and wanting revenge for their deaths. That she’d pulled that off at sixteen had impressed him, and it wasn’t the first time he’d admired her. It likely wouldn’t be the last.
Despite her apparent “I can take care of myself” attitude, he wanted to bolster her, lend her some strength, and frankly, plant a deep kiss on her. He felt both protective and non-smothering. He’d do what he could to help her, but give her space to help herself. She seemed to have some pride he liked, but that might make her resist offers of help if he came across as thinking she couldn’t handle herself. She might’ve felt sensitive to him having captured her, too, so he had to watch it. He glanced at her and saw darkness in her troubled eyes.
“Don’t worry, Jordan,” Riley began, “we’re gonna find and kill Thomas together, for both of our sakes. Then we’ll both take it from there.”
Pursing her lips, she remarked, “I’m not gonna get my hopes up until I see his corpse with my own eyes.”
“Think we’ll fail?”
“I don’t know. It’s a few days off and we have a lot to do before then. We don’t even have a plan.”
“We can start on that tomorrow. The cops don’t want us to leave just anyway, I’m sure, though they can’t stop us, so we have time to think of something.”
“I’m not a huge fan of the authorities snooping around.”
“Then maybe you should stop doing bad things.” He smirked.
She rolled her eyes.
By now they’d reached his house, where yellow police tape covered the front door and upper bedroom window Jake had used. The other entrances were likely the same, but the police didn’t put tape across the garage. He tapped the code into the wall control and waited while the door went up.
“Didn’t you just tell me to stop committing crimes?” Jordan asked.
“Try not to touch anything.” Riley strode into the garage and opened the interior door to step into the house, not turning on any lights on the off chance a cop pulled up again.
“Even this?” Jordan squeezed his ass.
For an answer, he took her hand and led her to the stairs, stepping over the outline of Jake’s body on the floor. No one had died in this house before and he hoped this first time would be the last time. On reaching the top of the stairs, he suggested, “Take me to where you hid everything.”
“Okay.” Jordan gripped his hand and drew him to the stash of items the cops had overlooked. Then they sat on the bed with everything. She unlocked Jake’s phone. “Let’s see what’s on this.”
They put their heads together as Jordan flipped through some apps to get a feel for the contents. Riley put an arm around her shoulders, feeling pleased when she leaned into him. His cock stirred.
Jordan said, “I’ll switch it to English so you can read it. You don’t read French?”
“No. Can you read other languages, too?”
“Russian, some German, Spanish, and Italian.”
“Did you live in all those countries?”
“Some, yeah. I learned to speak enough to get by. Let’s check the texts, first.” She launched the messenger app and saw a conversation with only one other person, indicated by a “T”. Just like she’d done. She scrolled to the top and began reading, having already noted that this was a new phone with a history of only a few days.
Jacques: Missed my flight. Next one not until tomorrow
Thomas: Great. WTF?
J: Relax
T: Now I have to tell her to stall
J: She’ll live. At least another day
Unlike Kris, who’d shown little sign of forgiving Jordan after hearing her story, Riley felt only sympathy for her. He’d been almost the same age when his father died in an accident. A few years later, his mother died from cancer. One sudden death, one prolonged demise. Neither compared to your parents being murdered and wanting revenge for their deaths. That she’d pulled that off at sixteen had impressed him, and it wasn’t the first time he’d admired her. It likely wouldn’t be the last.
Despite her apparent “I can take care of myself” attitude, he wanted to bolster her, lend her some strength, and frankly, plant a deep kiss on her. He felt both protective and non-smothering. He’d do what he could to help her, but give her space to help herself. She seemed to have some pride he liked, but that might make her resist offers of help if he came across as thinking she couldn’t handle herself. She might’ve felt sensitive to him having captured her, too, so he had to watch it. He glanced at her and saw darkness in her troubled eyes.
“Don’t worry, Jordan,” Riley began, “we’re gonna find and kill Thomas together, for both of our sakes. Then we’ll both take it from there.”
Pursing her lips, she remarked, “I’m not gonna get my hopes up until I see his corpse with my own eyes.”
“Think we’ll fail?”
“I don’t know. It’s a few days off and we have a lot to do before then. We don’t even have a plan.”
“We can start on that tomorrow. The cops don’t want us to leave just anyway, I’m sure, though they can’t stop us, so we have time to think of something.”
“I’m not a huge fan of the authorities snooping around.”
“Then maybe you should stop doing bad things.” He smirked.
She rolled her eyes.
By now they’d reached his house, where yellow police tape covered the front door and upper bedroom window Jake had used. The other entrances were likely the same, but the police didn’t put tape across the garage. He tapped the code into the wall control and waited while the door went up.
“Didn’t you just tell me to stop committing crimes?” Jordan asked.
“Try not to touch anything.” Riley strode into the garage and opened the interior door to step into the house, not turning on any lights on the off chance a cop pulled up again.
“Even this?” Jordan squeezed his ass.
For an answer, he took her hand and led her to the stairs, stepping over the outline of Jake’s body on the floor. No one had died in this house before and he hoped this first time would be the last time. On reaching the top of the stairs, he suggested, “Take me to where you hid everything.”
“Okay.” Jordan gripped his hand and drew him to the stash of items the cops had overlooked. Then they sat on the bed with everything. She unlocked Jake’s phone. “Let’s see what’s on this.”
They put their heads together as Jordan flipped through some apps to get a feel for the contents. Riley put an arm around her shoulders, feeling pleased when she leaned into him. His cock stirred.
Jordan said, “I’ll switch it to English so you can read it. You don’t read French?”
“No. Can you read other languages, too?”
“Russian, some German, Spanish, and Italian.”
“Did you live in all those countries?”
“Some, yeah. I learned to speak enough to get by. Let’s check the texts, first.” She launched the messenger app and saw a conversation with only one other person, indicated by a “T”. Just like she’d done. She scrolled to the top and began reading, having already noted that this was a new phone with a history of only a few days.
Jacques: Missed my flight. Next one not until tomorrow
Thomas: Great. WTF?
J: Relax
T: Now I have to tell her to stall
J: She’ll live. At least another day
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