I'd Kill You First: when bad meets bad

Chap. 5

KEENON:

It had been three days since I moved into the new apartment and I literally hadn't seen my roommate one single time. She was gone before I got up, never came back during the day, and came in late at night. I stayed away from the apartment a lot too, but it was obvious she spent next to no time at her own place.

I rolled out of bed at 7:30 on a Tuesday morning and slid into some basketball shorts and tennis shoes. I groggily went to the bathroom and headed to the living room where I stuffed my phone and keys into my pockets before walking out the door.

As I went for a jog, I couldn't help but chuckle at the irony of having my new roommate be the person that ran me over and the girl at Club 21 that seemed so familiar. I thought about the first day I actually met her, having just waited an hour with Toby and what's her face. She strolled through the hall just like I did, like she owned the place, and looked like a total badass. She had perfect brown hair and big green eyes with flawless skin and a killer body. She was that girl that every guy thinks doesn't really exist.

I rounded a corner and caught sight of a coffee shop, the aroma so good my mouth watered. I pushed the door open and walked up to the counter, flashing a grin at the girl behind the counter. She blushed and giggled, shyly asking me for my order.

"Um, mocha frappe with whipped cream and a pussy on the side."

Her face went tomato red as she typed it in quietly, a small smile playing with her lips. When my order was ready, there was a note attached to the cup.

'Heard you're a cat person, hit me up', then a phone number.

I chuckled and took a seat at a corner booth, looking out the large window at the streets and people outside. The calming music playing softly in the background of the quiet buzz of the coffee shop was relaxing, and if I hadn't had my coffee, I would have fallen asleep.

As I gazed out the window I sat up straight when I saw my roommate pull up next to the coffee shop on a sick black motorcycle. She pulled her helmet off, letting her hair free and flipping it over for a second, then swung her leg off the bike and proceeded into the shop where I currently sat. It occurred to me that I didn't even know her name.

She ordered a medium iced coffee and payed without saying more than two words. Occupying a booth at the back of the shop, she leaned back in her seat and tapped her long fingers on the table, seemingly waiting for someone.

Not five minutes later, a large man in a black suit slid into the booth across from her with a briefcase in his hand. He slid it across to her and took a large envelope from her hand before nodding and getting back up to stroll out the door.

My roommate finished half her coffee, looking out the window and around the shop several times before getting up and throwing her coffee away. She looked over her shoulder before heading out, her eyes suddenly meeting mine, and I smirked with a wink when her eyes narrowed at me.

She disappeared around a corner in ten seconds tops, leaving me extremely curious. What was in that briefcase?

I finished my coffee and started walking back to the apartment.

As I neared the complex, I saw a black Camaro parked out front. For once it seemed like my roommate would be home. I trudged up the stairs to the third floor and was about to unlock the door when I heard voices coming from inside the apartment.

"You can't just show up here! This is my life and my space, it was in the agreement that my personal like and locations get left alone."

A deep male voice spoke next. "It's not my problem. He wanted to make sure you understood your mistake."

"I did what I was told to," she snapped bitterly. "He wanted his estate, he got his estate. The client wasn't signing anything over, so I didn't have a choice but to persuade him. If Boss has a problem with how a handle his deals, then he can tell me how he wants it done next time. Now get out!"

The door was yanked open and a large man came face to face with me, eyes narrowing in a dangerous way as he shoved past me and stalked down the hall. After he left, I stepped into the apartment quietly and shut the door behind me.

She was pacing around the kitchen with a phone to her ear and talking rapidly. "No Trace, I said to leave me alone! Stop calling me or so help me, you will have hell to pay. I'm not coming to see dad, so screw it!"

She yanked the phone away from her ear and threw it across the room where it landed in a plush chair, unharmed. I took a chance and moved again but regretted it when she spun around, her angry eyes falling to me. She glared at me but stayed quiet, walking back to the kitchen and pouring herself a glass of apple juice.

I walked to the kitchen too, coming up behind her while she faced the counter in silence. She stiffened when my chest touched her shoulders and tried to scoot away, but I pushed harder.

"You seem tense baby," I whispered in her ear. "I hear I'm pretty good at relieving tension."

She turned her head and looked up at me with a glare, making me enjoy being almost a foot taller than her.

"Get lost, Keenon."

Chills ran down my spine in an excellent way. "Say my name, baby," I breathed.

"Baby isn't my name, dickhole," she growled, pushing back against me in an attempt to get away.

"Then what is your name?" I asked, loving the way she squirmed beneath me.

She didn't respond to me, suddenly elbowing me in the stomach and stepping away, putting the juice back in the fridge. I grinned at her standing there in loose basket ball shorts and a tank top. She looked oh so good.

"So I don't even get to know your name?" I asked, sticking out my bottom lip.

She ignored me and headed to her room, slamming the door in the process.