Free Yellow Ghost: La Femme Selita Prequel by Lolah Lace Page B

couldn’t get the words to come out.
    “Selita, please. What happened to you?”
    “I, I, I just fell.”
    “Fine, fuck you.”
    “Fuck me.” His words took me by surprise.
    “Tell me what happened or I’m going to walk out of here.” He moved toward the door. I couldn’t say anything. “You don’t even care. I’m not coming back and you don’t even give a damn.”
    My eyes followed him. “Fine Mr. Cavil! Go! This is real mature. How old are you?”
    “Whatever fuck you.” His right hand went for the doorknob. I couldn’t let that happen. Maybe he was bluffing. He didn’t have his coat but I couldn’t take the chance. I rushed over to him. I grabbed his forearm and twirled him around. I kicked him in his leg with only fifty percent of my force but he went down on one knee. I shoved him at his shoulders and he fell flat on his back. I jumped down on top of him. I was straddling him. I looked down at him as his startled and confused face regarded me cautiously.
    “Jeremy, don’t leave me.”
    “What is this?”
    “This is me.” I pinned his arms above his head.
    “What?”
    “This is me. Who I am?” I let his arms go. I didn’t want to hurt him. I just wanted him to understand.
    “You’re a cage fighter?” He rose up on his forearms.
    “Would that be a good explanation?”
    “Is it the truth?”
    “No.”
    “Selita, I care about you. Tell me the truth.”
    “ Veritas .”
    “Yes please.”
    I blew air from my lungs. “When I got back home my father told me he had a job for me.”
    “A job?”
    “Someone had been stealing money from one of his businesses. My father despises thieves as do I.”
    “What does this have to do with your bruises?”
    “My father sent me to kill this thief.”
    “He sent you to kill a thief.” He chuckled. “I asked for the truth.” He didn’t believe me.
    “I confronted the thief. He was pretty big, huge actually. We fought. He got in a few good blows. He is the reason I’m bruised.”
    “What?”
    “That’s the fucking truth.”
    “Why would your father send you to talk to a thief?”
    “He didn’t send me to talk. He sent me to kill him.”
    “What? That makes no rational sense whatsoever.”
    I stood leaving Jeremy on the floor to replay my words.
    He stumbled to his feet. “Your father sent you to kill a man, a fucking man.”
    “Yes.” I folded my arms under my breasts.
    “You are here right now. You are still alive. So does that mean he’s dead?”
    “Yes, very much so.”
    “Did you shoot him?”
    “No, not at first. My father wanted me to shoot him. But I enjoy hand to hand combat.”
    “You took me down so easily.”
    “I’m trained but honestly I surprised you so that really doesn’t count.”
    “Trained, what does that mean?”
    “In martial arts and weapons.”
    “You have weapons?”
    “Yes.”
    “Where?”
    “Hidden in this house. I used a Beretta 92 with a silencer on the dead guy. I left that back in L.A.”
    “Are you telling me the truth?”
    “Yes.”
    “You said you didn’t shoot that man at first, the thief?”
    “No, I didn’t shoot him. Well we fought and then I shot him in the leg but that didn’t kill him.”
    “But you killed him?”
    “Yes.”
    “How did you do it?”
    “With my arms and hands.”
    “Arms and hands?” He started pacing the floor in front of me.
    “I applied pressure to his throat. I strangled him. If I shot him again there would be too much blood to clean up.”
    “Christ.” He shook his head as the facts engulfed him.
    “This is why I don’t tell you things about me.”
    “Why would your fucking father put you in harms way?”
    “It’s apart of my training. He doesn’t want me to go soft. He knows how much I like academics. He is trying to keep me on my toes. He’s trying to make me stronger. Sometimes he gives me missions when I get home to keep me sharp. I wanted to test my limits with this man. That’s why I’m bruised. I like the rush of the