The Evening Hunter [#3]

25|the plumber

Fuck!

My fist connected to the punching bag in front of me as more grunts escaped me. I imagined the bag being my stupid brain because it needed one of the punches to wake up.

The reason why I would stand for a girl to speak to me in her manner still did not click with me. Especially since she was the one who brought herself to me and started whatever she wanted me to do.

The nonsense she tried to pull still did not align well with my senses, what she wanted or what her plans were, because, for a person who approached me to do them a favor, that wasn't a reaction I expected to get.

I pushed another punch, and this time it went with a damn force that shook my muscles. Recalling everything we did still angered me. Why was I even doing this in the first place?

The phone rang again but I ignored it for a fourth time. I was sure it wasn't anything serious and if it was, it could wait because I was in a serious mess myself.

I punched the bag for as long as I wanted. Every part of my skin dripped wet due to sweat. My hair clung to my face down to my neck. When I stopped, I picked up my phone from the floor and checked the screen. Logan was calling again.

I knew what he wanted. He was the one who gave me a report that Helen went to him and left a message for me. And the worst was that he saw her with Jack who was waiting in the car. Jack did not know that I knew what he was doing behind my back. I wanted it to stay that way, I needed to know what he had on his sleeves to have a connection with the old mouse.

I tossed the phone on the ground and resumed punching. Until every part of me gave up, That was when I went upstairs for a shower. I took a cold shower, it felt long for some reason because, by the time I stepped out, the sun had settled behind the mountains.

After I had a cup of black coffee, I went to the sitting area to do something. But while sitting, a doorbell rang. Only Elizabeth knew my place, and she never showed up unless I called.

On opening the door, she was there, which earned her raised brows. “What are you doing  here?”

“Boss, You were not answering your phone.” She said and got silence that urged her to speak up. “I have a report about Jack.”

Hearing that, I turned and walked inside, leaving the door open for her to come in. She closed the door and her footsteps etched behind me.

I occupied a couch and she remained standing. I noticed she was clad rather differently, a thigh-level black dress and a pair of heels. She did not look like a person who would be ready to go for any operation if one called.

“What do you have?”

“I was in this club, spying on Franklin as you instructed and I saw Jack in the same club with a lady.”

“What lady?”

“Her name is Avery Michael.” She reported and my brows pulled together. “She was at Casius’ party?”