6 (Calder)

The restraint it took not to put a bullet through Pablo’s thick skull was astounding even to myself, watching him man handle the little dove that now sits unconscious across from me made a fire somewhere deep with in me ignite, one I have feared for as long as I can remember.

I wasn’t one for long term relationships and had fun with any attractive women who caught my eye, often times taking home more then one. I remember coming home one night to find Jazmin sitting at the bottom of the stairs with a base ball bat in her hand waiting for me to walk through the door so she could scare off what every easy floozy I might be bringing home from the bar. She was only seven at the time.

“Hartlynn Lane Xander age twenty-two, studying psychology at Hidden Falls community college.” Nico reads out then hands me the tablet and sits back down next to Casey who’s been working on finding the videos Harlow said Sandra confessed to have recorded.

Hartlynn, what a unique name, it’s just as beautiful as she is I think to myself as I take a glance at her soft sleeping features. Her lips are slightly parted and pouty, there a soft warm natural pink and incredibly inviting, she has a soft lite of freckles across the bridge of her nose and onto her checks. There’s a single small mole or beauty mark on her now bruised right cheek just under her eye and her lashes are thick and long and I know that with one bat of those lashes along with the green of her eyes she will bring me to my knees if I let her. 

Pulling my eyes away from her I start to scroll through the data and find a very interesting bit of information attached to her father’s name.

“Call Davon and have him send over William Xander’s debt records if he has them and any other information he has on her” I instruct Zane while pointing with the tablet to the green eyed girl sleeping across from me.

Fifteen minutes later I receive a email from Davon with the information I asked for, attached were a few pictures of Hart in the hospital after a few of his men took out a debt on her instead of her father. ‘She’s a mouthy one Calder good luck’ was what he put in the subject line.

It would seem that the little dove has paid for her fathers debts more times then she should have, she’s been in the hospital ten times over the last couple of years, on three of those occasions she was put into a medically induced coma to help her body heal. Her father is currently missing and left a debt of course in her name.

I also see that she made a deal with Davon last year to be free of her father’s debts. The terms of the deal were that once she graduates from college and had her own practice she has to risk her new career by writing prescriptions for controlled medicine.

She jerks upright with a gasp and looks around as if expecting the events that took place only a few hours ago to be nothing more then a nightmare.

“Let me fucking go” she demands through grit teeth and I can now see why Davon wished me luck.

“Tell me little dove what do you know of my daughter” I don’t know if she had any involvement or not, shit I don’t even know if she knew anything about her but if I have to I will torture the information out of this girl inocente or not.

“Take these off first” she says holding up her handcuffed hands.

“If I take them off are you going to behave” 

“I’m not your daughter so don’t-“ I slap her harder then I intended to when she started talking about Jazmin and I let my anger get the better of me. I’ve never been one for hitting a woman if it wasn’t related to sexual punishments or torture for information from a rat sent my another family but in this instance I struck the little dove across from me because I let my anger get the better of me.

“Listen here little dove and listen close, I know your not my daughter, in more ways then one but” I pause holding her face inches away from mine with a tight grip “But if you ever talk about my daughter in any way other then to pay your respects for her loss or give her praise I will cut your tongue out of this pretty little mouth. Got it” letting go of her face with a shove I sit back in my seat and point to her hands giving Timothy the signal to take them off.

“Listen here big bird” she says rolling her eyes “I didn’t know your daughter and with all do respect your old enough to be my father so keep your sick twisted fantasies to yourself” she rubs her left wrist while looking around the cabin of the jet then stills when she sees Pablo “Aww did I hurt you that bad big guy” she fake pouts while looking at Pablo’s split lip and ice pack he’s holding against his black eye.

Pablo sits forward and I quickly pull out my gun and point it at him “Sit the fuck  back”

“Sorry boss” he says and sits back.

“Now answer the question” 

“Right ok so I didn’t know your daughter all I knew about her was what I had over heard” she goes on to tell me about the conversation Sandra had with her brother a few days ago “Sandra made it all seem like she was some innocent girl who lost her best friend but my thoughts all changed when she said ‘If you would of loved me like I loved you, you would still be alive’ that’s when it all clicked into place and I put two and two together” she shrugs her shoulders and lays across the seats kicking her legs over the arm rest and into the isle.

I hum in understanding and believe her words to be true. 

“So you can just drop me off at the next airport now right”

“No” is all I say going back to the tablet in my hand and start going through emails.

“I told you everything I know it’s not like I’m going to tell anyone what happened I have my own personal hatred for the men in blue” she sasses tossing her hands in the air in over exaggeration.

I ignore her comment and continue with my work, it’s when she gets up and sits next to me that I look over at her just now realizing how much of her ample chest shows through the top of her shirt. The well drawn lines of her cleavage being held into place by the red bra underneath gives me and I’m pretty sure the others just enough for our imaginations to work out the most perverted way we could take her and those perfect breast.

“So what am I like your hostage now or something” her voice draws me back to reality.

“Or something” I answer “Put this on” I order handing her my extra hoodie.

“Uggghh” she growls pulling the hoodie over herself then says “I’m going to make you hate me so much you’ll have no other choice but to let me go or kill me”

“We’ll see” is my simple response to her acting out.

She’s attractive and alluring but she’s already getting on my nerves and the calmness with which she’s taking this situation makes me believe that she is going to be a handful and then some.