hand a couple times but pulled back once he was half way there. I knew it was too much to ask for him to do it, but I wanted his hand in mine so bad. After another half hour in the car his phone rang. He looked at the caller ID and swore. He looked at me, "Don't say a word," he told me seriously. I nodded. "Hello," he answered. "Yeah boss it's done. I'm sorry I didn't call you," he sighed at something the man was saying. "I need a break boss, the girl had been playing me," he paused. "Yeah, she's the one I had been seeing for months, good thing we got to them before she got to me right?" He laughed humorlessly at the other man's words. "I'll be gone for awhile. I don't know where I'm going, but I just needed to get out of that town, ya know?" He nodded even though the guy couldn't see him. "Don't expect to hear from me for awhile," he paused again. "Yes sir, I hid the body. I buried it in a place no one will look," he nodded again. "Yes sir, I will. You take care of yourself too. Call me if you need anything, but I won't be coming back for quite some time," his voice was choked up throughout the whole conversation. I'm sure he really didn't have to fake the broken heartedness that I heard and I hung my head in shame.
He hung up shortly after and looked at me quickly before turning his gaze back to the road. "That takes care of my boss for awhile. Never answer my phone if I'm not around," he ordered. I nodded. "What are you going to do about your boss?" He asked me.
"Wait until he calls me, give him false updates and see how long that lasts. I'll tell him we are going on a vacation. He doesn't think I've gotten anywhere with you yet, because I just couldn't bear letting you go so soon. He doesn't understand why this mission is taking so long. My other one's only lasted weeks, a month at the most. I couldn't stand the other guys. Some of them were downright nasty," I told him.
"How did you get yourself into this mess Delilah? What's your real story?" He asked and I sighed.
"I had abusive parents, physically, sexually and emotionally. They were extremely shady, I mean they sold me for their living. They obviously got involved with the wrong people and pissed them off. So, one night they bust into our house and shoot my parents. The guy was about to shoot me, but changed his mind seeing 'potential' in me is how he put it. So they took me with them. The boss got a soft spot for me, taught me all he knew and set me in the position I'm in," I explained.
"And you had no qualms about it?"
"Isaiah, my parents were bitches. I get sucked into this life, where I am getting anything my little seven year old heart desires, with people who aren't molesting me. I felt like I was living the high life. Sure, Derek always gave me the creeps, but that's because he's supposedly 'in love' with me. But that was the worst part about the job. When they told me what I was supposed to do I smiled. I felt like if I hurt all of these people, it would make up for the way my parents had hurt me. It was perfect," I tried to get him to understand.
"Derek is the boss now, yes?" He asked. I nodded. "He's also in love with you?"
"He thinks he is," I scoffed. "That's the only reason I get away with back mouthing him. If anyone else said even a quarter of the shit I say to him, their families and then they would be dead before they knew it. It's the way he works. He's not use to being told no which is why I make it my sole purpose in his life to tell him no. He needs to learn a lesson. He can't always have what he wants," I said bitterly. Isaiah nodded absent mindedly.
"What changed?" He finally asked. "What changed when you got to me?" The question caught me off guard. What had changed. I'm not sure I even really knew. But he was patient in letting me think it over.
"You didn't try to get me in bed the first time I came onto you. That was the first thing, I think. You had a completely different personality