Three hard knocks shook his front door. Briggs glanced at the time and knew the visitor wasn’t his regular drinking buddy. He sipped his brew and waited to see if the person realized they had the wrong door. Another three thuds ended that speculation.
“Gary, if that’s you, fuck off. I’ll have your money Tuesday. Anybody else, come on in and pray to God you ain’t pissed me off in the past.”
The door swung open. A burst of sunlight blinded him before a shapely outline of a golden-haired angel appeared in the doorway. As his brown eyes focused, the heavenly creature morphed into the gorgeous demon that haunted his thoughts for the last few days.
“Nice . . . um . . . place you got, Briggs.” Vergene smirked. “Thank God I had a rabies vaccination several months ago.”
“Get the fuck outta my house, bitch.” He held out the bottle and pointed it at her. “Don’t make me kick your ass six ways to Sunday.”
She slammed the door, shoved her thumbs inside her jean pockets, and scanned his home with an expression of disgust. Briggs took another swig and threw the bottle past her. It exploded on the wall but she failed to flinch.
“Relax, tough guy. I’m not here to rape you.” She smiled. “Instead, I want to cut a deal with you. One that helps me as much as it thrills you.”
*** If this slut thinks she can come in her and order me around I’m about to fuck her world. ***
Briggs stormed up, curled a hand around her neck, and bullied her to the door. His free hand grabbed Vergene’s left arm while his muscular torso crushed her body into the wooden wall. Instead of fear, she met his glare with a smug grin that slowly disappeared. When she started to choke and twist her neck around in his grasp, he met her chin with his and growled.
“If I knew you wouldn’t call the cops on me, I’d break every bone in your pretty face.” He shoved a leg between hers and rubbed her crotch with his knee. “You’ve got one minute to tell me what you’re doing here before I toss you into the fucking street.”
“Then let . . . go of . . . my neck,” she croaked out.
Vergene cleared her throat as her free hand caressed his lower back. He dismissed the chills she gave him and continued to keep a scowl trained on her. He would never admit it, but her fearlessness made his cock throb with a strange anticipation. He loosened his hold, reluctantly.
“Well spit it out, bitch.”
“In a nutshell, I want to ruin LaDonna’s life and take away everything she holds dear. Her marriage, her lifestyle, and her child.” The girl carved out a cruel sneer. “And if you play your cards right, and it’s the only fucking hand you have with me by the way, I’ll make sure you end up with the bitch of your dreams crying her eyes out on your yummy chest.”