I had fifteen text messages all saying the same thing.
Ginger got out of the barn.
Someone had doubly fucked up. Not only did they mess up locking the stall, they didn’t lock the barn door correctly, either. It had to have been done on purpose. No one was that much of an idiot, and everyone who worked for me knew what happened when I had to waste my time cleaning up their messes.
I kept my car’s beams on low, slowly driving in the opposite direction of my house. My mind kept drifting to the beautiful woman I left sleeping in bed. I should have left the first time I got the message, but being the boss gave me the benefit of doing whatever the hell I wanted.
Besides, I couldn’t just leave. The look on Katie’s face when I went to lock the door tugged at something inside me that was rarely ever moved. I rolled my lips, still tasting her on my tongue.
I could still hear her little breaths and moans as I gently took her from behind. It would have been pushing it to fuck her as I wanted on her first night home. We had all the time in the world for that.
Her bitch of a mother would be nothing but a memory from this point forward. I’d make sure of that. Things would all start coming together soon enough.
Glancing at the dash, I sighed, shaking my head. It was almost two in the morning. Sleep wasn’t what I was worried about; insomnia was a close friend of mine. But I had better things to do than hunt down an escapee.
Ginger had been loose for well over an hour, but I doubted she had made it out of the area. There was nothing around but forest and flat acreage.
This was a sign that I needed to re-evaluate the men that worked for me. Seeing movement up ahead, I slowed even more, barely letting the car cruise forward.
“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me.” Did anyone even look for her?
She was limping up the middle of the damn street, plain as day. Cutting my lights off, so I didn’t scare her into the trees, I tapped the gas until I was close enough that she heard the engine.
The second she looked over her shoulder, I pushed the pedal to the floor. She tried to run, but unfortunately for her, the Audi was faster. The chase was over before it started.
Her upper body contoured to the hood as I carried her forward. When I hit the brakes, her head smacked off the windshield a second before her body projected, leaving behind a decent sized crack.
I kept my foot on the brake, waiting to see if she was going to get back up. When she just lay there like the world was ending, I put the car in park, flipped my low beams back on, and got out.
Shoving my hands into the pockets of my slacks, I walked up and assessed the damage. Her right leg was broken, the bone sticking out at a fascinating angle.
Her left elbow had a good portion of skin missing, and she more than likely had some broken ribs.
Aside from that, was she in decent shape, unless she had internal bleeding. She lay there, sobbing into the pavement, refusing to look at me. It was a bit irritating.
Wasn’t this little accident her fault for running down the middle of the road? Or was it mine for hitting the gas and running her over? I’m going to say it was her fault. Who the hell runs down the center of the street?
“So, did you learn some valuable lessons from this failed escape of yours?” I nudged her exposed bone with my shoe, smirking when she screamed in pain. It was pathetically dull in comparison to Katie’s. I could listen to her scream all day.
The major difference between them was the fear element. It wasn’t my goal to scare Katie. The only place I wanted to intimidate her was the bedroom. I only wanted to hurt her when my dick was inside her, and my hand was wrapped around her throat.
Of course, I had to bring her up to speed on the other aspects of our new life. But, discipline so she became the woman she was meant to be, and causing her pain for the fuck of it were two very different things. When I was done with her, she wouldn’t be so goddamn timid. She would be a goddess.
Walking back to the Audi, I reached inside and popped the trunk. Without dicking around, I walked up to Ginger and grabbed her by the hair. The sound that left her mouth reminded me of a pig going to slaughter.
Rolling her so the hurt leg was guaranteed to make contact with the ground, I began dragging her back towards the car.
If I listened close enough, ignoring her screeches of pain, I could hear the broken bone grating against the pavement.
Reaching the Audi, I hoisted her up, dropped her in the trunk, and slammed the lid down, silencing her high-pitched screams. Every car I drove had layers of industrial plastic in the trunk for this very reason.
“You never know when you’re going to have to transport a body.” My father taught me that. It was some of the best advice he ever gave me. I could’ve used some more of it right about then.
Climbing back into the car, I did a sharp U-turn and headed back towards my house. I’d locked Ginger in the barn so the house would be empty when I brought Katie home.
My cousin gave me the redhead almost exactly a week ago; now was the perfect time to get rid of her. I didn’t need anyone else, now.
Katie was my priority. I wanted her homecoming to go as smooth as possible. It was a little too late for that, though. Because of this little mishap, I was already re-planning things in my head.
We were supposed to have a simple dinner, talk, and then fuck. I knew she had questions and didn’t know how to voice them. And after watching her the past three years, I knew her sleep schedule fluctuated, which is why I spiked the water I gave her.
I needed to get rid of the woman in the trunk as soon as possible, so I could be back before Katie woke up. I didn’t have time to dismember Ginger and sort through the pieces.
Hitting the brakes, I did another U-turn, heading back in the opposite direction. The salvage yard was the perfect place to kill two birds with one stone.
It would take me forty-five minutes to drop the Audi’s engine and drain the fluids. Then I could crush the car with Ginger inside it.
If I moved quick enough, I could even swing by the new D&D and grab Katie a muffin.