Alena

 

By the time the front door swung open, I’d dozed off a bit. My plan had been to sit in the parking lot, waiting Cole out. Only he had taken a while. I’d been so tired after all that emotion, and bored half to death. Eventually, I fell into a light slumber.

 

In my almost-dream, while I was floating between being awake and being fully asleep, I replayed, ad nauseam, the confrontation between Cole and me. At first, I’d been scared half witless. Then I’d been so turned on I didn’t know what to do with myself. When he kissed me, I couldn’t keep struggling. Every bit of my body wanted to give into him. It felt right. Somehow, I felt like it was what I was supposed to do. I had responded to him so strongly, my nipples tightening so hard they hurt, a rush of warmth spreading between my legs. I remembered how it felt, how much I had wanted to give control over to him and let him do whatever he wanted to with my body. I knew he could make me scream if he tried.

 

I jumped, startled by the sound of the screen door slamming shut. I shook myself, the last bits of my fantasy fading away. There he was, leaving the bar. I knew that massive build, the cocky walk, even when he didn’t think anyone was watching him.

 

Hatred boiled in my veins. What right did a nasty, evil person like him have to walk around free when a good, sweet girl like my sister was…wherever she was? He could come and go as he pleased, have a drink at the bar, get his bulge rubbed while he watched a girl dance for him, then hop on his bike and go to the next place. Wherever he wanted to be, he could be.

 

Something told me that whatever he wanted, he could get. That kiss came to mind again, though I cursed myself for letting it get to me. A man who kissed like that probably did other things just as well. That kind of man could have anything.

 

So why choose this life? I couldn’t understand it. Maybe he was too stupid to do anything else. Or maybe he was just a really bad person to the core. A regular life wouldn’t suit him. I tried to imagine this rough, sexy, charismatic man sitting behind a desk somewhere. It didn’t work.

 

I watched as he got on his bike, strapping a helmet over his short black hair. I was parked beneath a tree, tucked into the shadows. I could watch without being noticed. At least, that was what I hoped.

 

He pulled out of the parking lot, hanging a right. I turned the key in the ignition, deciding to follow him. I hoped my showing up at the bar had shaken him up. Maybe he would lead me somewhere that would provide a clue.

 

I hung back two cars, wanting to hide my presence. Wondering where he was going. I hoped he didn’t lead anywhere too dangerous, but then again nothing was too dangerous where my sister was concerned. If I was worried about the danger I never would have stepped foot into that bar. I knew Cole was only trying to scare me when he warned me away…but there was no ignoring the obviously threatening vibe I felt there.

 

He turned right a few miles down the road. I followed. We were winding our way through wooded areas. Was this where my sister was left? Maybe a cabin somewhere around here? My heartbeat quickened.

 

It was dark out here, the only light coming from my headlights and the tail lights of the bike far in front of me. I had to hang back now that there weren’t any cars between us. How many cars came out this way at this time of night? I hoped my tailing wasn’t obvious. Or that he was too lost in his thoughts of my sister to notice.

 

We came to the edge of the woods, where the side road we’d been driving down met another main road. I was relieved to get out of the area, the thought of Sara alone in the thick wood too awful to bear. If he had stopped there, what would I have done? I would have kept driving. Otherwise, he could have done anything he wanted to me. There wouldn’t be witnesses. This was looking like a worse idea with every mile we traveled.

 

Cole turned left. I waited for two cars to pass in that direction before following him. I felt safer now, better covered. All seemed well enough. He wasn’t speeding or trying to lose me, so I was pretty confident he hadn’t noticed me.

 

The further we drove, the more anxious I became. Where was he heading? We were now driving through a pretty dangerous part of town, one I never visited. Rows of cinderblock houses lined both sides of the broken street. There was one car between us, while I tailed at a lengthy distance. I needed to be able to react if Cole came to a sudden stop.

 

And he did, turning into a driveway of one of the homes. Shit! I pulled the car into an empty space five houses down, cutting the lights immediately. I didn’t see him get off his bike or go into a house. I only knew he’d parked somewhere up there.

 

Why was he here? Was this where he lived? My nose wrinkled in distaste. I’d assumed a criminal like him would live in a nicer house. Evidently, crime really didn’t pay. I snickered to myself, waiting to see what would happen, if anything.

 

How long should I sit here? What was I even waiting for? After twenty minutes I was ready to give up. I’d been stupid to think this would lead anywhere. Who did I think I was? Nancy Dave?

 

A rattling noise at my passenger door startled me, before the door swung open. My hand went for the ignition, fumbling with the keys.

 

“Stop.” It was him. He plopped down beside me, then slammed the door shut.

 

“What are you doing? Get the hell out of my car!” I could hardly breathe, I was so surprised.

 

“Not until you tell me what the hell you think you’re doing, following me around.” He glared at me, and there was no mistaking the anger in his voice.

 

“Following you? Get over yourself.” I hated this man, and I didn’t care if he knew it.

 

“If you’re not following me, what the hell are you doing here?”

 

“I live around here.”

 

He smirked, his eyes narrowing. “You? Live here?”

 

I shrugged. “So what? What are you trying to say?”

 

“I’m trying to say you don’t live anywhere near here. I’ve never seen you around. And a girl who drives a car like this doesn’t live in my neighborhood. Because, trust me, this car wouldn’t last long around here.”

 

I’d hardly considered my used car a luxury item. “You park your shiny bike in your driveway, and nobody’s taken it.”

 

He grinned, the light from the streetlamps glinting off his teeth. He reminded me of a shark. “That’s because they know what’ll happen if they so much as touch it.”

 

I scowled, knowing he had a point. My argument was getting me nowhere, fast.

 

“So try again. Why are you actually here? Why did you tail me the whole way from the bar?”

 

“I told you!” Now I was shouting. “I live around here, dammit!”

 

“You do? What’s your address?”

 

Shit. I stayed quiet. I didn’t even know which street we were on right now, I’d been so intent on keeping my eye on Cole. Besides, I couldn’t name any of the streets in this part of town.

 

“I thought so,” he said, and I wanted to slap the smug right out of him. As it was, my hand itched to reach out and make contact with his face. I decided that would be pretty much the same as signing my own death warrant, so I fought the urge.

 

My heart thumped like mad. I wondered if he could hear it. It seemed like he should be able to. I could barely breathe. What was he going to do to me now that he knew I’d been trailing him? Why didn’t I think things through before I did them?

 

Because of Sara. She was worth this. But what good would I be to her if I was dead?

 

“So, what are you going to do to me?” I asked, hating the shakiness in my voice.

 

He looked me up and down, a slow smile again spreading over his features. I thought of a shark, again. I didn’t like the look in his eye. “Be serious,” I said, sounding angry this time. I was glad. I wanted him to know I wasn’t somebody to be screwed around with.

 

“Fine. Seriously, I don’t know. I haven’t decided. What do you think I should do to you?”

 

“I think you should tell me what happened to my sister.”

 

“You don’t listen, do you?” he asked. “I told you, I don’t know what happened to her. That’s the truth.”

 

“You’re full of shit.”

 

“You’re desperate.”

 

His words hit home. I was desperate. I couldn’t live without knowing the truth, even if it put me in danger.

 

I was also intensely afraid of him. I had the feeling he was toying with me. I watched him as he moved. I knew he was sizing me up, thinking about what he was going to do with me.

 

“You know,” he said, “if you’re gonna follow me around like this, maybe I should know your name.”

 

I couldn’t help smiling, just a little. “It’s Alena,” I said.

 

He nodded, like that made perfect sense. “I’ve already felt your claws, Alena.”

 

I blushed, remembering that kiss. How tightly I’d held him against me. How easy it was for him to turn me to mush.

 

I’d never been so close to a man like him before. None of the boys I was with when I was a kid were anywhere close to Cole’s league. It was like I’d graduated to the big leagues now, and I didn’t know what to do. My thoughts raced. What would he do to me? Drag me from the car? Take me here and now? Why were all my thoughts leading to sex? Possibly because he oozed sex appeal. Just the way he looked at me made me certain that his thoughts were going in that direction. Thanks to the way he kissed me at the bar, my thoughts were going the same way.

 

The thrill was the sexiest part. The excitement. Knowing it was wrong, knowing he was wrong in every way. That sort of thrill took a desirable man and made him irresistible.

 

I could barely speak over the pounding of my heart. My voice quivered. “So now that you know I was following you, what do you plan to do with me?” I wasn’t trying to be coy or sexy. I really wanted to know.

 

“I’m not sure,” he said. “I’d like to teach you a lesson, but I don’t think you learn lessons very easily. And I don’t have the time to drill it through your skull. But I can’t have you following me or my guys around. Do you know what happens to nuisances? And that’s what you would become, really fast. Nuisances have a way of being silenced. Do you understand what I’m saying?”

 

“You couldn’t be clearer if you tried,” I said. I did everything I could not to show him the fear in my voice.

 

“So why do I feel like you don’t care?”

 

I looked at him, just as frustrated as he was at not being listened to. “Because I don’t.”