Divine Deception

Kiah

  He must think my perusal is an invitation because he gets closer. The vomit is sitting at the top of my throat from my inner reaction to him. He reaches for my shoulder, "I haven't seen you here before, what's your name." he slurs.

 "My name is Kiah," I purr and lean in pushing up my breasts into his arm, "and I'm new in town. Popped in for a drink."

 "Well Kiah, looks like it's my lucky day. I'm Brett, Brett Matthews. How about we get out of here and I'll show you around town?" He says his name like it's supposed to mean something to me.

 "Wow, pretty forward are we Brett? How do I know you won't take advantage of little ol me?" I hook the tail of his tie over my index finger and rub it suggestively up and down.

 "Ouch," his glazed blue eyes are fixated on my mouth. It takes all I have not to roll my eyes. "Well gorgeous we can hang out for a few I suppose. Ask me a few questions so you're comfortable."

 I flash back to the call yesterday from Shelly once she got the dirt on Brett. "Let's see..." Shelly was typing in the background. "He's clean on the surface but deep dive shows he has a long list of priors for domestic violence and one dismissed charge for involuntary manslaughter of one of his mistresses last year. It looks cut and dry; her neck was covered in bruises and some of his DNA was found on scene. He was smart enough to not leave any on her, but dumb enough not to think to wipe down the place. He must know a judge somewhere."

 The memory sends my anger seething again. The pictures she found of the scene cementing his death in my brain. I reach for my necklace, tracing its design always works to calm me down. Catching what I'm doing, I trace the V of my shirt instead, drawing Brett's eyes to my cleavage. He licks his lips and puts his hand on my arm.

 "Why don't we explore the city and talk? Get out of here before someone ropes me into some kind of business talk. I'd hate to leave you bored when we've only just met." he stands a little straighter and smooths his shirt a little.

 Clearly, he was not waiting for my answer because the hold on my arm tightens and turns us toward the door. Suppressing the urge to yank my arm away, I follow behind putting on my best "hesitant dainty flower" routine. I don't want to be too eager to go with him, his kind like the chase before the eventual violence. We're a few steps from exiting when another man walks in. He stops to hold the door open for us but instead of crossing the threshold out, Brett stops.

 Brett throws a creepy fake grin on and reaches his other hand out to grip the strangers in a handshake. I don't pay much attention to the other man as I start thinking about where I can take our little outing they won't draw attention. The man next to me will be a sniveling pile, begging for mercy so I can't be anywhere too populated.

 "Kiah," Brett draws me from my joyful thoughts. "This is my friend Theo. Just call him Hawk, everyone does. Hawk, this looker here is Kiah. She's new in town, I was going to show her around." He winks at the mystery man.

 Glancing at him I have to crane my neck a little. He's a tall one, probably 6'2 or 6'3". The quick glance turns into a double take on his jade green eyes. Set under dark brows I can't recall a time I've ever seen another pair in that color. There is a hint of familiarity in them, but I can't place it. Examining his face closer, Theo has a scar running through his left eyebrow. There is another scar across his nose and left cheek, like something with claws took a swipe at him, luckily missing the eye entirely. Dark hair slips from a neat hair cut to forward across his forehead as he turns his face to me fully. Pushing back the wayward strands, he gives me a kind smile that doesn't quite reach his eyes.

 "Pleasure to meet you Kiah. I am kicking myself I didn't get here sooner, then I'd have the joy of showing you around instead of Bret here." His deep baritone voice wraps around me and I feel something gnawing in my stomach. Not the reaction I get from Bret but something more pleasant. Where did that come from, I chastise myself internally and shake my head to clear it.

 "Pleasure is all mine, uh Hawk." Forcing my gaze away from his. The combination of the eyes and voice has me jittery.

  Turning to Brett I ask, "ready to go?"

 Brett looks like he's the cat that caught the mouse as he ushers me through the door Theo is still holding open. I know his type; he thinks he's got a docile little thing in his hands that he can use and throw away. My hands itch to grab a knife and handle things right here but I have more self-control than that. I can also feel Theo's eyes on my back which helps deter my impulse.

 The cool air outside seems to sober Brett up a little. Pulling on my arm again, he starts to direct us to a fancy looking sports car parked near the bar. If he thinks he's taking me anywhere, he's mistaken. Not that he can hurt me, but I don't like to take care of these assholes in an enclosed space. If he gets handsy I can't guarantee I won't kill him while he's driving causing me more issues.

 "Where are we going?" I ask with big doe eyes, like I can't see the answer a mile away.

 "I was going to take you on a tour, then head to my place where we can get to know each other a bit better." He says smoothly.

 I lean into his side, rubbing myself against him, "where is the fun in that? Sometimes the thrill is in the possibility of getting caught," stepping into his chest, I place my hand his shirt and cock an eyebrow suggestively.

 "Anything you want," he clears his throat, I can feel his erection against my belly. I try not to grimace in disgust.

 We walk a bit before I notice a park ahead. It's one of those small ones near an apartment complex to make up for the fact that they have no yards. I hate doing this where children might be around, but I can feel my control slipping and I need to get this finished. It's past their bedtime anyway so I try not to think too much on it. The clicking of Bret's dress shoes on the pavement creates a steady beat that I zone out on.

 The path to the park opens up to a circle with a fountain in the middle. There are four benches placed in a cross pattern around it with dimly lit lamp posts next to them. Probably so those enjoying the water can sit and relax. Tall hedges surround the benches creating a feeling of solitude that I plan to take full advantage of. The sound of the water should help to muffle any noise he makes.

 "I thought you were new around here," Bret eyes me suspiciously.

 "I am but I had to walk by this park to get to the bar silly." I make my eyes big and batt my lashes at him.

 "Of course." He throws any thoughts he had brewing away as he tugs me to sit down on the bench closest to us. "My apartment would still be more comfortable though," he admonishes.

 "I know, but you can't expect little Ol me to go to some stranger's apartment right off, can you?" I continue the coy game. "Besides, there's something I've been longing to do", I make my voice husky and bite my lip.

 The hint finally sinks in. He leans into me while his arm moves behind me to push me towards him. I brush my lips over his ever so slightly while I try not to vomit. The reaction is always the same even though I've been exposed to this part time and time again. I let him deepen the kiss and tastes cigarette smoke. So gross. The kiss is sloppy and overly wet like his mouth is watering as he pushes his tongue into my mouth. As I swallow back the bile rising in my throat, he brings a hand to my neck and starts to add pressure.

 I put one arm around his back to match him and begin to pull him closer like I can't get enough. The knife in my gauntlet sheath whispers past my jacket sleeve when I press the hidden release. I return Bret's kisses to prevent him from noticing my movements and bring other my arm in-between us near his neck. Bracing myself to shove the knife into his skull, I briefly sense we're not alone. It's a split second before that realization kicks in and I'm tackled to the ground.