Vengeance

||02|| Clue

Oakley POV

A beam of sunlight shone directly over my face, waking me up from my slumber. I expected to be in my apartment, in my comfortable bed with the sound of my roommate attempting to sing Ariana grande. But when I opened my eyes to my legs sticking to leather and the man of my one night stand laying beside me, all the memories began to flood back in.

Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit.

I threw my head back on the seat, internally slitting my own throat for staying the night. Sleeping together always means something more just like kissing, and as I said before, I don't do strings.

As carefully and quietly as I could I lifted myself in a sitting position, rolling him over to his side. Hopefully, he happens to be a heavy sleeper and I could get out of here without him knowing.

When I peered outside there were several other people walking past but it seemed as though they couldn't see me. He must have tints on his windows which I was thankful for.

I turned my legs forward searching for my shirt that was balled up in the corner of the seat and pulled up over my head. One piece of clothing down, now to locate my skirt, purse, and boots.

Which wasn't hard to find, I slid my skirt back on, leaving the ripped stocking to be scrapped. And slipped my boots on.

I glanced back at the guy after the amount of shuffling I've been doing, and I realized that I didn't even know his name.

That'll be easy to change. All I have to do is find his wallet.

I lifted myself between the front two seats where his pants were thrown over the wheel and grabbed them. Stuffing my hands in his pockets I located his wallet.

"Bingo," I whispered.

I opened it up, revealing several cards and a slit filled with cash. My mouth dropped open as I filed through several hundred dollar bills. What the hell did this man work as? I took it upon myself to borrow three hundred and slipped them in my purse, he wouldn't even realize they're gone.

Turning back to his wallet I began to examine his cards. I pulled up one of the dozen and my eyes scanned the words beside his picture.

August Creed, it read.

But his name is not what made my body go ice cold. My eyes traveled to the words at the top of the card. Two words that I'd recognize anywhere, two words that I've read a thousand times before.

Salvo Inn.

I sucked in a sharp breath as my hand flew to my chest, but it connected with nothing. The necklace that carried the bullet, which rarely leaves my neck, was gone.

"Looking for this?" August's voice came from behind.

And as an instinct I reached for my purse and grabbed a hold of my Glock 42, a small handgun I carry around with me at all times. You know, just in case I get myself in scenarios like this one.

I spun around with his card in one hand and my gun in the other, pointing it straight at his head.

He smirked, sitting up to stretch with my necklace wrapped around his fingers, completely unfazed at the fact that I was pointing a gun at him.

"And she carries a gun, you are truly full of endless surprises." He said putting the bullet up to his eyes.

"Give it back, or I'll scatter your brains across your own windows."

He began to spread his legs slightly, revealing all that wasn't covered, which was everything. My eyes, losing concentration, trailed down his body and reached the place that had given me the night of my life several hours ago.