But I wouldn’t get to apologize to Blake. I closed my eyes and pushed the front door of my apartment open, praying that he would be there. But the lights were off; it was empty, just as Roger and I had left it a couple of hours ago. It didn’t feel like hours had passed since this morning, it still felt like a dream. Looking around, I even saw the cup of coffee that I’d tried to drink before Roger had shown up and punched me. I shivered. I wondered how long Roger would stay.
“Hurry up,” Roger said under his breath. He dragged the last bag inside and slammed the door behind him, locking the bolt. “Do you have anything to drink?”
“I want you to leave,” I said in a shaky voice. “Please, please just go away. Please, Roger!”
Roger shook his head. “We gonna celebrate,” he said with a grin. “Mix me a drink.”
I wanted to cry as I forced myself to walk into the kitchen. “I have vodka,” I said. “That’s it.”
“Make me a drink,” Roger repeated. He grinned at me. “Make yourself one, too,” he added generously. “I hate drinking alone.”
I glanced away. Roger was staring at me, breathing hard. Suddenly, I had an idea. “Okay,” I said, forcing my voice to be cheery. “You go relax. I’ll make us each something to drink.”
Roger slunk into the living room; I heard the couch groan with his weight. When I was satisfied that he wouldn’t come after me, I texted Blake: I’ll call you shortly. Pick up! Then, I mixed two drinks. I poured four shots into Roger’s and added some grenadine to kill the flavor of the alcohol. In mine, I only poured half of a shot. When I was convinced that they both looked and smelled the same, I carried them out and handed the more potent drink to Roger.
“Drink up,” I said, clinking glasses. “After all, we are celebrating, right?”
Roger knocked back half of his drink immediately, swallowing hard and wiping his mouth. “More,” he demanded, holding the glass out to me. I bit the insides of my mouth to keep from grinning. “Come on, bitch,” he added. “Move!”
Walking back to the kitchen, I refreshed Roger’s drink with even more booze than before. To make it look even, I drained half of my glass and pinched my cheeks so they’d redden. Blake still hadn’t texted me back, and I was worried that he hadn’t received the message.
“Here you are,” I said sweetly, handing the glass to Roger. He glared at me and took a long drink. “Can I get you anything else?”
Roger leaned back on the sofa and put his feet on the coffee table. He was still wearing his shoes, and I could see the wrapper from a stick of gum clinging to one of the soles. I shuddered, but I knew that saying anything about it would only get me in trouble.
I sat down and watched as Roger drank. He greedily worked his mouth around the rim of the glass, sucking down all the vodka and juice and grenadine until the glass was empty. I watched him carefully. He looked at me and belched loudly. It reeked of vodka and I wrinkled my nose.
“Hey, why ain’t you happy?” Roger had the same relaxed, happy voice that he had when he was in a good mood. I shivered; even his cheeriness was awful to be around. “We just got away with the heist of the century, baby,” he added. “I’m real thrilled about that.”
“I’m not,” I said, taking a small sip of my drink. I could barely taste the alcohol in it, but I didn’t want to take any chances. The last thing I needed right now was to be drunk. “I’m going to prison, Roger. That ruined my life.”
“Baby, that didn’t ruin your life,” Roger said with a chortle. “Sit down and relax with me for a little bit. You earned it.”
“What are you planning on doing?” I glared at him. “You can’t just stay on my couch forever.”
Roger pulled the gun out of his waistband and twirled it around on one finger. “I’ll stay as long as I please,” he said, sounding smug, like a cat. “So don’t you go trying to force me out of here,” he added. “You just do whatever little Roger tells you to do.”
I narrowed my eyes. “This wasn’t part of the deal,” I said icily. “You were supposed to take me home and drop me off. Remember?”
“I changed my mind,” Roger said. He grinned at me. “Come on, baby, come up here.” He patted the couch next to him. “Come sit and relax a spell with me.”
I shook my head. “I want to change,” I told him. “This outfit is uncomfortable.”
Roger grinned widely. “Well you looked the part for long enough, I guess,” he said. “Go on, then. Hurry back. Want me to come watch?”
I dry heaved. “No!” I cried out. “Stay here.”
Roger threw his head back and laughed. I took the opportunity to slip down the hall and lock myself in my bedroom. My heart was pounding and I had no idea what I should do. There was no text from Blake yet, and I wondered if he’d even seen it. I wondered where he was; maybe Roger had arranged for him to be hurt, or tied up, or killed. My mouth went dry. I was acutely aware of the seconds ticking by and I knew that I was wasting time. I hadn’t even started to change yet.
Finally, I went into my bathroom and shut and locked the door. This way, Roger would have to get through two doors. And even though the walls were thin, I didn’t think he’d be able to hear me if I whispered.
Taking out my phone, I called Blake. It rang three times before he answered, and I felt my heart jump into my throat.
“Sarah? Where are you?”
“I’m fine,” I said quietly. “I’m okay. We’re at my apartment. Roger’s here—he’s drinking. He’s in the living room.”
“Listen, Sarah, you need to get some kind of evidence, okay? Try to trick him into admitting that he forced you to help him. Try to record it on your phone, okay?”
I nodded tearfully. “I don’t think I can,” I said. “I’m scared, Blake.”
“You have to,” Blake said. “Do it now, Sarah.”
“Blake, wait!” I hissed. “There’s something I need to tell you. I’m so sorry about the other night, Blake. I didn’t mean to leave. I’m really sorry. I don’t care about your past.” As I spoke, tears welled up in my eyes and before I could stop them, they were spilling down my cheeks.
“It’s fine,” Blake said in a rushed voice. “Now go get that recording, Sarah. That’s the only way I can help you. Be brave,” he added. “I know you can do it.”
I blinked and the hot tears fell down my cheeks. “Okay,” I whispered. “I have to go.” I heard footsteps in the hallway and hung up, shoving the phone down on the counter. I turned on the taps and splashed my face so it wouldn’t look like I had been crying.
“Sarah!” I heard Roger call. “What are you doing in there?”
“I’m using the bathroom,” I called back, trying to sound annoyed. “Can you give me a moment?”
“I need another drink!” Roger said. He hiccupped loudly. “You need to come back so you can make me another drink.”
“Hold on,” I said. “I’ll be right there.”
Roger stayed outside of the door, breathing hard. I closed my eyes and counted to twenty. By the time I got to fifteen, I heard him slowly turn and begin to walk away. Closing my eyes in relief, I let myself out of the bathroom and into my bedroom.
Quickly I ripped off my outfit and tossed it on the ground. I’d loved that silk suit, and I’d taken really good care of it throughout the years, but I never wanted to see it again. I knew that I could never wear it again without memories of this awful day coming up to haunt me. Leaving in on the floor, I pulled on loose jeans and a flowy blouse that hid my breasts. I thought that Roger was probably too drunk to try anything, but I didn’t want to give him any ideas. With a sigh, I crept out of the bedroom with my phone tucked in my jeans.
“Roger!” I sang out cheerfully. “I’m going to mix you another drink now! What do you want?”
“Same thing as before,” Roger said in a feeble voice. “Make it stronger this time. I could barely taste the last one.”
I walked into the living room with a grin plastered on my face. Roger reclined on the couch, looking like
he was about to pass out. I picked the empty glass off the coffee table and carried it into the kitchen. I didn’t have very much vodka left, but I poured all of it into the glass and topped it with extra grenadine.
“Here you go,” I said sweetly when I was back in front of Roger. “Drink up now!”
He took the glass from me and greedily drank. Liquid spilled out of the glass and ran down his chin and he wiped himself hastily, but not before it spilled onto his shirt. When he wasn’t looking, I reached behind me and pressed the home button of my phone. I’d set the recorder up before I’d left my bedroom, and now I prayed that it was turned on.
“Roger,” I said as I perched on the edge of the couch. “Have you thought about robbing Tinder’s for a long time?”
Roger guffawed. Bits of spittle landed on my face and I wiped them away, trying to subdue my disgust. “Oh, I’ve thought about it for longer than you’ve been alive,” he said with a cackle. “That’s the holy grail, baby. And you helped!”
“But I didn’t want to,” I said quickly. “You know that, right? You made me help you.”
Roger looked at me and laughed. I felt the panic start to set in. Maybe he wouldn’t help me. Maybe he knew what I was doing, somehow. I felt the tears start to come back and even though I tried to blink them away, one of them rolled down my cheek.
“Aw, baby,” Roger said. “Don’t cry. Come over here and sit next to Roger.”
I shook my head. “No,” I said. “You might make me do something else I don’t wanna do.”
Roger laughed again. I was relieved to see that he wasn’t getting angry. “Baby, Roger ain’t gonna make you do shit,” he said. “You already helped me more than you could ever know. You did Roger a big favor.”
“I didn’t do you a favor,” I replied. “You forced me to help you. Come on, Roger. At least admit it.”
“Fine,” Roger said. He stuck his tongue out at me in a juvenile display. “I made you help me. Happy now? Are you still mad?” He made his voice into a grotesque approximation of a little kid’s. “Did Roger hurt Sarah’s feelings?”
I sniffled. “No!” I said. “But I’m going to prison now, because of you. It’s all your fault! You ruined my life, Roger.” I said. “And I hate you for that.”
“Come on, baby,” Roger said. His voice softened and I stepped closer. “I only did that because I needed you,” he said. “I couldn’t have done it without you. You think Roger could have gone in there and not looked suspicious if he was looking at jewelry? You think I could have gone and scouted all those pieces without someone thinking I was planning a robbery? I don’t look innocent like you, baby, I just don’t. So I had to use you.”
Bingo. “Thanks for admitting it,” I said, sniffling. I wiped my nose and tried to give Roger a pathetic smile. “I feel a little better now.”
“Of course, baby, that’s what Roger likes to do,” he slurred. “You wanna hear more stories about Roger?”
Can Roger stop fucking talking in the third person? I wondered, but didn’t say out loud. “Sure,” I said, smiling sweetly. “What else do you want to tell me?”
Roger grinned. His head flopped back on the couch. “Oh, lots of things,” he said in a slurry voice. “Like how Roger planned to use you for more little activities and fun.”
“Oh, no,” I said quickly. “I’m not helping you with anything else. No fucking way. You’re gonna have to find someone else, Roger.”
“But you’re such a good actress,” Roger whined. He didn’t even realize that I wasn’t being serious. “You gotta help me out, baby,” he added. “I can’t do nothin’ without you helping me.”
“Roger, come on,” I said in exasperation. “This was a one-time deal. You promised you’d leave me alone.”
“But you didn’t wanna help me, did you?” Roger’s eyes opened and he glared at me. “You had to make me force you with those pictures.”
My mouth dropped open. I’d all but forgotten the pictures. In light of everything else that had happened, they seemed like the most trivial things in the world. “Um, you destroyed those, right?”
Roger laughed. “You really is dumber than I thought,” he said, showing his mouth of rotten teeth. “You think I’d really delete those hot little snaps of your hot little snatch?” My face burned to hear him address me so crudely. “I wouldn’t get rid of those for anything, baby girl,” he said, almost cajoling. “So you better get that idea straightened out right now.”
I frowned. “What can I make you do to get rid of them?”
Roger laughed. “Everything in those pictures, baby,” he said, licking his lips. “But you can start by giving me a little sucking action down below, you know what I mean?” He gestured to his crotch and I looked away in revulsion. My nausea had come back. I couldn’t believe he still had the photos! Even after Blake had told me they’d been destroyed!
“I’m not touching you,” I said in a shaky voice. “But you have to get rid of those fucking pictures,” I hissed. “No one can see those, you understand?”
“Then maybe you’ll help Roger out with a little errand,” Roger said with a grin. “Tell me, baby, you think you can do that?”
“No,” I hissed. “One time. That was the deal.” In panic, I reached around behind me and pressed the button on my phone. It had already recorded too much, but there was nothing I could do. Slipping it back into my pocket, I squared my shoulders and faced Roger.
“We’ll see,” Roger said. His head drooped forward and for a moment it looked like he was going to fall asleep.
Please fall asleep, I prayed silently. Please. “Roger?” I tried in a soft voice. “Are you feeling okay?”
“My head hurts,” Roger mumbled. “I think I drank too much.”
“Oh, no,” I said sympathetically. “Why don’t you take your shoes off and lie down for a little while? That might help, it always helps me.”
“That’s a good idea, baby,” Roger slurred. He struggled with his shoes and I bent down at his feet and pulled them off. He wasn’t wearing socks and the smell coming from his feet was rancid. I gagged and closed my eyes, turning my head away from his foul skin. It was like he’d bathed in garbage.
“Just relax and get comfortable,” I said in a soothing voice. “I’ll be right here when you wake up.”
Roger looked at me blearily. The lids of his eyes fluttered shut, and finally, he fell asleep. I watched him snore for a few seconds to make sure that he wouldn’t wake up and bolted out of the room and down the hallway. Locking myself in my bedroom, I texted Blake. Here’s the recording. Take it to the cops! Please hurry! Roger’s passed out.
He didn’t respond for a few minutes. They felt like the longest of my life. I sat down on my bed, suddenly filled with energy. My toes started tapping against the carpet and I had to grab my leg to force myself to stop. Finally, my phone buzzed. I looked down to see a text from Blake.
Got it, he’d replied. Going to the cops now. Stay where you are. I’m coming.
Chapter Twenty Nine
Blake
It took Sarah an eternity to get back in touch with me. After leaving Tinder’s, I’d ridden home. She’d texted me when I was on the way and then called me soon after. I was just happy that I’d had a chance to talk with her before the cops did. I knew they would show no mercy, not even for a pretty girl like Sarah.
I listened to the recording. It was pretty solid, but Sarah could have cut it off a little earlier. Now I knew the cops were going to find out about the pictures. I could have cursed myself for not being more thorough when I’d gone to talk to Roger. I couldn’t believe that I’d been stupid enough to believe him. “I deleted everything!” Yeah fucking right, Roger. You didn’t delete shit. I wanted to go back in time and punch him hard for every single fucking second that he’d lied to me. I wanted to make him pay. For what he’d done to me, but most of all, for what he’d done to Sarah. I knew that with speed and a little luck, the recorded testimony would be enough to lock hm up and put him behind b
ars.
Roger had been more demented and more dangerous than I’d given him credit for. I couldn’t believe that someone like Sarah had gotten mixed up in this. It made me shiver to realize how much worse it would have been if I hadn’t interfered. She’d be stuck helping Roger for the rest of her life, or until the cops caught up. Sure, they weren’t the brightest around, but I knew that she still had to watch her back. I wasn’t even sure if the recording would be enough to exonerate her. Roger’s words were chilling, but he also was drunk. I hoped that wouldn’t be enough to ruin the testimony.
Shaking my head, I stuck my phone in my pocket and grabbed my jacket. I knew that I had to act quickly if I wanted to get out there and save Sarah. But first, I had to go to the cops. I hated the police. As a member of the MC, I never trusted them. They were always looking for ways to fuck us, looking for ways to make it so they could put us all behind bars and control everything themselves. But the cops who’d showed up at Tinder’s had absolutely no idea what they’d been doing. I remembered them gawking over Sarah on the security cam footage like she was some kind of strange animal. It was enough to make me feel sick.
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