Safe With Me |18+

The Last Crime.

I pulled over to the lot and I bit my inner mouth, anxiously. I sighed violently and clenched my jaw. Caleb grabbed my hand and I turned to him. He smiled.

"What's on your mind?" He asked.

"He's rejected my plea. Two years, Caleb. He deserves to be punished brutally." I said, blinking furiously. He nodded. "He does. And he's out of his job, baby. He's got nothing left."

"The past stays the same, I will do it my way." I looked away and I stared at the bright lights outside the strip club.

"Baby." He whispered. I looked at him but he had so much grief in his eyes.

"What's wrong?" I asked, frowning.

"I don't want you to do this with so much hatred. You're doing it for a cause. For you. For Elora. For how much bullshit he had put you through. But I want you to promise me that after it's done, the guilt shall set free."

I eased my eyes and nodded. "Of course. I promise. After this, a new chapter awaits us. And we're gonna be badass people in a cool ass home."

He smiled and kissed my cheek. "Okay."

I turned back to the lot and I spotted his car.

"There it is. The Nissan. He's probably gonna come out soon." I said, staring at the blue hatchback car.

"So, what are we gonna do?" He asked.

"I told you the plan?" "In your head." He smirked. I sighed.

"Okay, listen." I got down from the car after I gave him instructions. I walked inside the strip club and every man who was there seemed to have small hills in their pants.

I approached the bar and I ordered a martini. I sat down and I searched the room, looking for my target. I downed the drink and I pushed the glass away.

I turned to the crowd and my eyes roamed the men sitting, getting lap dances and/or watching the girls dance on poles, spinning their wonderful bodies around.

It was amazing. I was really impressed. Women are so fucking amazing and talented. Damn.

"Looking for me?" Henry asked, sitting next to me.

"Ah, what a coincidence. I was gonna take one of the girls home. But since you're here." I smirked, biting on the toothpick.

He smirked and looked at me.

"So, you finally kicked me outta my job, huh?"

"What job?" I asked, raising my eyebrows. "The one where you suck up to my daddy? Oops." I covered my mouth with my hand dramatically.

"Why are you here?" He asked.

"Why are you surprised? It's a public space. It's a strip club. It's got drinks."

"Hah!"

"I could get drunk as fuck right now and wake up wasted, ease on the thought that you are fired."

He glared at me. "I have worked there for 23 years-"

"And I took it down just like that. You know, I was rather really tired of running around. Thank god my auntie is an FBI agent. She kicked all your asses out."

"Well, I guess she's my next target."

I smirked and winked. "You should really think before you speak, Henry. After all, I am daddy's girl. I should get some respect."

"Respect? For you? He told us the shit you would do to him."

"Yeah?" "I'm gonna talk about it for years if that's what it takes. But you get the gist. You're spoiled. Pathetic. Weak."