Adore me- the fourth novel

Chapter 22- phone the police babe

**Jays POV**

It is impulsive and I should definitely not have left her in the garage but I tell myself that she is better there over and over again. She will lock herself in the car and she will be safe. I should have told her to do that and I curse myself. Better yet I should have taken her to the car locked us both in driven out and called the police.

I'm heading back to the garage. I swear at myself for being so headstrong and for running straight into the house like the idiot man that I am.

"Not something I would be doing if I were you" a male voice says from behind me and I stop in my tracks at the click of a loaded gun.
Fucker.

Hands up I turn around slowly. I'm sure this is what you're supposed to do, no sudden movements and no challenging men with guns.

"You see my friend down there, he's a fan of young brunettes" the guy says and it riles me up. I lurch forward forgetting myself and he pins the gun on me as if to remind me that he has one.

"Easy" he reminds me. He's got dark eyes and his face is covered but I'm sure he's older. Much older than me.

"Your camera system is impressive. Showed us exactly who was coming and when." He explains.

"And my friend well he saw her, and that was that" he adds.

"Not really what we do. But he just wants a bit you know" he adds and I want to end him.

"So" he says inching closer to me with his gun.

"We're going to sit this out, let him finish and then you're going to let me go with your best fine jewels and be on my way.. how the hell a young guy like you has all this is beyond me.. usually they are all in their 80s. No chance of a quickie with any of those women" he drawls and I just have to end him.

"Sure" I say. I will play his game and then he will play mine. Get a knife, we're in the kitchen it's doable. Or better yet grab his gun. It's possible. I cannot let her suffer that, especially at the hands of my own stupidity.

"She's fair game. Not anything to me mate. Just somebody I picked up. Not sure I will miss any of the stuff you've taken anyways go ahead" I say and I slouch over to the kitchen side, casual.

"Hey Casanova, move slow you still have a gun on your back" he says cautious of my change in attitude. He's buying me though. I'm playing into the exact stereotype of rich boy that he knows. Spoilt womaniser. Rude and callous. Doesn't give a crap about anybody but himself.

Who I used to be.

"Right" I say slowly moving towards the cutlery drawer. Keeping my options open.

"What did you take anyways" I say nonchalant. I scoop my hair back and give him my best relaxed smile.

I see his shoulders relax by just the smallest increment.

"Nothing you wont miss Casanova. Now shut up less talking" he says taken aback.

"Hey did you get the watch, it's my dads old one. Rolex. Worth a bomb?" I say laughing. And he shifts slightly on his feet.

"Yeah we got it all shut up" he says defensively. There is no Rolex. My dad has one it's not here, it's on his arm. He's lying. He wants it. I've piqued his interest. He's thinking; sod his friend downstairs grab the Rolex and go.