Chapter 3 0003

JAXON'S POV

I stretched slightly, watching as the sunlight bathed through the bathroom window, as I wondered what to do for the day.

A slight creak from the room made me look over my shoulder, my messy black hair falling over my eyes.

The door to the main room rattled for a bit, but I didn't bother to leave the bathroomㅡ. It only meant the lady was leaving. Of course she was. They always left after doing their job.

I reached over, grabbing my towel which I slung over my shoulder before I walked out of the bathroom slowly.

The lady was still there fumbling with the lock, her hair askew and her skin paper white as we locked gazes. “Thought you'd at least wait to have a little bonus” I pointed out, striding over to my bedside table as I checked my belongings. “Good girl. It wouldn't have been pretty if you had touched any of my things. I'll send a bonus to your employer later in the day for a job well done” I said nonchalantly, very aware of the way her gaze strayed to the sweatpants hanging dangerously low off my hips.

Her cheeks heated and for a moment, I was caught off guard by it. She seemed nothing like the overconfident woman from last night who rode me a champ, her head tipped back in ecstasy as she mewled, those little noises sending sparks straight to my groin. This one… she looked almost… scandalized.

“Listen here, Mister.” Her voice shook, but her gaze remained steady.

“Jaxon. Call me Jaxon” I cut her off, my arms crossing over my chest, feeling my muscles flex.

Silence. Thenㅡ, “I don't know who you are, but this…was a mistake. I don't want to ever see you again” She pointed a shaky finger at me, her chest heaving heavily with each second.

Mistake?

That was enough to make me pause. What was she talking about? By the time I had snapped back to reality, she had somehow managed to get the door open and she was gone.

My brows knitted together and I strode to the telephone, my fingers steady as I dialled a number, letting it ring for a few seconds before I heard a voice.

“Yes sir, what can I do for you this morning?”

A low hum reverberated in my throat. “I asked for a lady last night. Did you send her?”

The man paused. “Well, yes… I did… but she said your room was already locked and she couldn't get in by the time she was there so I assumed you didn't want her anymore”

For the first time in years, I froze. I killed people without a single beat, risked my life for the sake of adrenaline but not once had I locked up the way I did now. “Excuse me?” I growled. “Then who the fuck was in my room last night?”

The man on the other end swallowed hard. “Thereㅡ There was someone with you? I don't know who she is, sir” He stuttered, tripping over his words.

I almost slapped a hand over my face. What in the fucking hell had I done? Did I just have sex with the wrong woman? Oh god, a feeling of anger rippled through me at the thought.

All my years of coming here, I had never made such a grave mistake.

“Find her. You have access to the footage. Find who she is now and tell Viktor to fucking man the ring before I get there.” I didn't wait for an answer before smashing the telephone back into its place.

My mind travelled back to the woman and suddenly a lot of things began to make sense. She was drunk. Fuck. She was sloppy. Double fuck. She interested me and I had plans of booking her again. Fuck my life.

First things first… I needed to find out who she was.

I threw on a shirt, grabbing my coat off the rack before I walked out of the hotel room, my gaze hardened again.

My men were already at the door, their figures tall and intimidating. “Boss” One of them, Keith, stepped forward, his lips pressed into a thin line.

“Do not fuck up my morning with the mention of bad news, or I will sincerely bash your head into the wall,” I warned, already walking forward as they trailed behind me.

The hotel's hallway was mostly empty but the few people there pressed themselves into the wall to avoid any form of contact with us. Good. Many would say it was a bad thing to be feared but I had grown to relish it. No fear means no respect. And in this world, everyone had to plant an iota of fear to keep their seats.

“No, sir,” Keith's voice broke me out of my trance just as I reached outside, the cool morning air breezing past my cheeks. “The delivery went successfully. Niko wants to know if you have any…other goods you want to sell” His voice dropped on the last part to make sure no one heard.

My eyes narrowed and I inhaled sharply. “Tell him thatㅡ” I paused as my personal phone started beeping in my pocket.

I raised a hand to silence Keith as I walked over to my Ducati Diavel which was parked in the VIP section of the club. Fishing my phone out of my pocket, I swung my leg over the bike, feeling the weight of the familiar muscle cruiser under my legs. “Yes? You'd better tell me you have information already.” My voice was cool as I grabbed my helmet off the handlebars, gripping it tightly.

“Uh, yes sir. Her name is Caitlyn Vale. She's the daughter of Priest Vale, who stays downtown,” He reported.

My brows furrowed at that. The daughter of a priest. What was she doing at a bar then?

The man was already speaking again. “We found more information. She's engaged and getting married in a few days” He said.

My blood froze. What? But apparently that wasn't all becauseㅡ “Collin Hayes. She's getting married to Collin Hayes” His voice dropped on the name.

My blood boiled hot at that and I felt my eye twitch. Fuck me.

I just slept with

The fiancée of the man who was connected to my brother's death.

Fuck.