Page 28 of Felix (4 Seats #2)
Chapter Twenty-Eight
Aurora Henry
W aking up, I feel the sticky mess between my thighs. Felix is clinging to me like I’m his damn teddy bear. It’s suffocating. I’m sweaty, hot, and in desperate need of a shower.
“Fuck,” I mutter under my breath, trying to wiggle out of his iron grip. His arms are like goddamn steel cables. But I manage, slithering out of his hold like a snake. He grunts in his sleep but doesn’t wake. Good.
I pad to the bathroom, my thighs squishing together, reminding me of last night’s rough romp. As I turn on the shower, the water blasts out ice cold. “Son of a bitch!” I curse, my teeth chattering.
The water heats up, and I step in, letting it wash away the filth. The mix of cum and sweat swirls down the drain, and I scrub my face hard, removing any trace of lingering makeup.
As I towel off, I glimpse at my reflection in the mirror. I look like shit—hair matted and bruises forming on my neck from where he gripped me too tight. “Goddamn bastard.” I smile.
I pull on some clothes, not bothering with makeup or anything fancy. This isn’t a beauty pageant, after all. I slip out of the bathroom and glance at Felix, still sleeping like a baby. How can someone so violent be so peaceful?
“Asshole.” I smile, more to myself than him. My feet slap the cold floor tiles as I head downstairs.
“Yoghurt and fruit,” I mumble, grabbing the only nutritious shit I can find. I wish I could cook something more decent. Maybe Felix will teach me. Not that I need his help or anything, but a girl has to eat, right?
I dump the food in two bowls and slump onto a stool at the breakfast bar. My laptop sits there, begging for attention. Fine, I’ll check my damn emails.
“Jeez, these fucking spammers,” I mutter under my breath. Three more messages with random-ass phrases like ‘I’m here’ and ‘I’m outside watching you’ stare back at me. Creepy shit.
“Enough’s enough.” Felix had previously mentioned Angel, his tech-wizard friend. Maybe he can block these assholes and set me up with a new account. I know Felix has connections in that world. He always brags about how Angel can do anything in three seconds flat. Show-off.
“Hey, Felix!” I bark out. No answer. A heavy sleeper, huh? Well, he’ll find out soon enough.
“Angel better be good,” I grumble, closing my laptop. I’ll wait until Felix wakes up to deal with this mess. For now, I’ll just shove some yoghurt and fruit into my mouth and pretend life’s all rainbows and butterflies.
“Morning, Sleeping Beauty,” I snark as Felix finally drags his ass into the kitchen. His eyes are half-open, and he’s still yawning. Pathetic.
“Look at this shit,” I shove my laptop in his face, pointing at the creepy spam emails. “Can you get Angel to block these freaks and set me up with a new account or something?”
Felix goes super still, his dark eyes narrowing as he scans the screen. He doesn’t like what he sees, and neither do I. He snatches his phone from the bench and starts texting Angel. Within seconds, he gets a reply.
Angel : On it.
“Good riddance,” I mutter, slamming the laptop shut. Felix seems to deflate a bit, but he sticks by my side like a damn lion guarding its prey. What’s his deal?
“Listen, Aurora,” he starts, his voice low and serious. “I just booked a job for a guy who wants his neighbour removed. The bastard has been beating his son, and the cops won’t do shit about it. It’s only twenty grand, but I’m excited to do it.”
“Great, another kidnapping mission.” I roll my eyes as if I need more violence in my life.
“Due to these emails, you’re coming with me,” Felix orders, all possessive and shit. “Ride shotgun, stay close.”
“Are you fucking kidding me?” I snap, glaring at him. “ You think I wanna go on your twisted little adventures? What if it sets me off?”
“I don’t care,” he growls out, gripping my arm. “I’m not letting you out of my sight.”
“Fine,” I spit, yanking my arm back. “But I swear to God, Felix…”
“Trust me, darling.” He smirks, his eyes dark and dangerous. “You’re safe with me.”
“Whatever.” I huff, shoving past him to get ready for this fucked-up joyride.
Two hours drag by, and I’m pacing the damn house like a caged animal.
Finally, a group of rough-looking men show up, and they aren’t here for a fucking tea party.
They’re here to update Felix’s old system and install a top-of-the-line security system Angel recommended.
Felix watches them like a hawk, making sure they don’t pull any funny business.
“Angel said this is the best shit out there,” Felix mutters as he nods at the men working away. “Gotta keep you safe, darling.”
“Safe?” I snort. “From what? Annoying spam emails?”
“Better safe than sorry.” He shrugs, his eyes never leaving the men.
“Whatever.” I roll my eyes, but secretly, I feel a little safer knowing Felix gives a damn about me.
Once the installation is done, Felix rings Angel and puts him on speaker. “Hey, man, the security system’s all set up.”
“Good,” Angel replies, his voice crackling through the phone. “By the way, I got that email issue sorted out. It was some punk in Victoria. I blocked their ass and set up a new personal email for Aurora. ”
“Thanks, Angel,” I say, genuinely grateful. “I owe you one.”
“Anytime,” he replies before hanging up.
“See? Everything’s under control.” Felix smirks, wrapping an arm around my waist. “Now we can focus on the real fun.”
“Fun?” I scoff. “You call kidnapping people ‘fun’?”
“Darling.” He grins wickedly, leaning in close so his lips brush my ear. “You have no idea. Get dressed in all black, darling. We’re going out for dinner, then we’ve got a job to do,” Felix says, his voice low and dangerous.
“Fine,” I mutter, slipping into a tight black dress that clings to my curves.
“Looking good, sweetheart.” He smirks, eyeing me up and down as if devouring me with his gaze. I shudder under his lustful stare but say nothing.
We leave the house around four o’clock, heading up the road to a cute little seafood place. The sun is still high, casting long shadows on the sidewalk. As we eat, I try to focus on the taste of the prawns or the buttery goodness of the crab legs, but my mind keeps drifting to the task ahead.
“Relax, Aurora,” Felix murmurs, sensing my unease. “I’ve got your back.”
“Whatever.” I huff, stabbing at my food with more force than necessary.
After dinner, we drive to the man’s house. It’s a drab suburban home with a manicured lawn and white picket fence—the perfect facade for a monster.
“Stay in the car,” Felix orders, his grip on the steering wheel tightening. “I’ll be just a minute. ”
He gets out of the car, striding confidently towards the front door. My heart pounds as he knocks with a purposeful knock that echoes through the empty street.
“Hey!” the man yells, opening the door. He doesn’t get another word out before Felix’s fist connects with his face. There’s a sickening crunch, and the man crumples to the floor, unconscious.
“Jesus…” I breathe out, gripping the edge of my seat.
Felix drags the limp body towards the car, heaving it into the boot with a grunt of effort. It’s all done in the open, on the man’s driveway, for anyone to see. But no one is around, only Felix and me.
“See, darling?” Felix says, climbing back into the driver’s seat. “Piece of cake.”
I stare at him, taking in his dangerous aura. He looks like he could kill a man without breaking a sweat, but when his eyes meet mine, they soften. He looks at me like I hung the moon, and despite everything—the violence and darkness—my heart races for a different reason.
“Let’s get out of here,” he growls out, starting the car. As we drive away from the scene, I can’t help but feel a twisted sense of excitement.