Death Trap

Part Two: Hunt

Brady

He knew he was using her. And what was more he like using her after all he was getting way more out of it than she was. Vanessa Scott was so very easy to manipulate. But, Brady could understand why Carson was so obsessed with her. She had an amazing body. All legs, curves and boobs. And she was good in bed. Her vulnerability reminded him of Danni, apart from the fact that she was smarter and that her body was mature, Danni on the other hand had only just hit puberty and needed breast implants and unlike Danni, Vanessa didn’t do drugs. Then again he was the one who’d supplied Danni with coke. Jared would’ve said that Brady had turned her into a real ‘base head’. Sometimes Danni would ask him why he didn’t take any with her. He’d reply ‘I’ve just had some.’ Or ‘later babe, later.’

What was that saying? ‘Never try your own supply’. And she’d never complained because she was too stupid and too high to notice. And as for sex, well… compared to Vanessa it was like shagging a monkey. Ok, so that was harsh, but it was true. She was usually high when they were doing it and passed out almost every time from sheer exhaustion (either that or because she was so dammed high that she barely noticed that they were screwing) when they weren’t even finished (or when he wasn’t finished). He needed to up his game or Vanessa was definitely going to find out what he was doing and there was no doubt that she wouldn’t deal with him personally. There was no way of course that she’d tell Carson. He’d kill her himself and he wouldn’t hesitate in killing Brady either. She sighed. Brady looked down and smiled satisfied in what he had accomplished. It was now the fourth week Brady had slept with Vanessa and he was only just getting started. He was going to make her run round in circles for him so he could get what he wanted. And he wanted a lot. She moved closer to him and he put his arms around her. She sighed again. Women. If she was some other girl that he’d met at a club then he’d be all over her. If not only because she was hot it was because she was older than him. But then again, 17, 27 who’s counting?

Vanessa stirred. She was beginning to wake up. He needed to get dressed and get out before she woke. Brady had a wide grin on his face as he started to get dressed. He frowned. Where they hell is my ruddy shirt? He thought looking around.

“Brady would you like to tell me what you’re doing?” her question pierced his ears. Crap, caught in the act.

He turned to face her. She raised one prefect eyebrow.

“I'm getting dressed. You know what’d happen if Carson came in while I was still here,” he told her.

Her eyes narrowed slightly.

“One, Robert is in LA doing business he’ll be back next week Saturday and two; if you don’t want him to catch you in here you shouldn’t have started this in the first place. You should never start what you can't finish. You of all people should know that.”

He looked into her hard blue eyes. Nothing. No emotion, no feeling.

“You know I'm not worried about myself. It's you babe. Vanessa he’d kill both of us and you know it.” Brady bent down to kiss her. She put one finger over his lips.

“I'm not playing your game Collins. You’re on thin ice.”

“I'm not playing a game,” he said moving her hand from his mouth so he could place it over his heart.

She scrutinised him. She drummed her perfectly manicured fingers on his chest.

“No lies, no evasions. I want you Vanessa. You’re not a toy that I’ll play with for a while and then chuck you away when I get bored. I want you. That’s all there is to it.” Brady prayed silently that she wouldn’t see through his lies. She was smart and he had to be careful with what he told her. She chewed her lip in thought.