The Debt Collector novel Chapter 7

Alex stood over the crying man on the floor.

“I’ll give you one more chance to tell me the truth. Where the fuck is Aaron Jones?” he asked.

“I swear I don’t know where he is! He won’t answer the phone, and he…”

Alex slashed the guy’s cheek with his knife before he finished his sentence. The guy grabbed his cheek with the palm of his hand and yelled out in pain.

Fucking pussy, Alex thought.

“Don’t spout bullshit at me, Ricky. It’ll only piss me off more,” he said and smirked.

“I AM NOT! I swear to God, Alexander. He disappeared on me, man. Please just let me go,” Ricky cried.

Alex kicked him in the ribs. This fucker was really testing his limit.

“I’ll give you 24 hours to find him and bring him to me. If you fail, I’ll grind your bones and feed them to my dogs, got it?” he snarled.

“Y…yes,” Ricky held his stomach and groaned in pain.

“And remember, I don’t give people second chances. If you try to run away, I’ll consider it as a betrayal to me,” Alex let him know.

“I won’t let you down,” Ricky said.

“Good,” Alex said.

Alex and his men left the building. That fucktard Ricky put him in a bad mood. He needed to do something to ease his tension.

“Take me to see Sheila,” Alex told his chauffeur. Sheila was one of the many women he regularly visited. She was beautiful and voluptuous and had curves in all the right places. A perfect person to see when he needed to blow off some steam.

“Yes sir,” his driver Sam said and started to drive to her house.

Out of many women, Sheila was one of the best. He had been seeing her often. He meant to pay her a visit after his debt collection business yesterday but ended up not going since he took that girl home.

The girl…

“Turn around,” Alex ordered Sam.

“Sir?” Sam was startled.

“Let’s go back to the Villa,” he said.

“What about Ms. Sheila?” Sam asked.

“I changed my mind,” Alex said. “I am going home instead.”

Why go to Sheila when he had a perfectly lovely fuck toy at home? This way, he can be comfortable in his own home instead of worrying about driving back. Besides, the girl was still too fresh and naive. He needed to get her used to him more. He got aroused thinking about her sweet lips and tight little pussy.

He walked inside the house and went straight to her bedroom. He opened the door and expected her to sulk in the room since he kept her by force but was surprised to find her sitting by the window and knitting. She had a relaxed expression on her face like she was at her own home. The sun hit her blonde hair, giving it a golden hue. She didn’t hear him coming as she concentrated hard on her knitting.

“The fuck are you doing?” Alex demanded to know.

Saoirse was startled and dropped her things on the floor after hearing Alex’s voice so suddenly. “Aah! You made me lose a stitch! Now I’ll have to start over,” she said in a scolding manner.

Alex was dumbfounded for a moment. Did she really just scold him? Who the fuck did she think she was talking to?

“What are you talking about?” he asked.

“Oh…um…I was knitting, so when I dropped it, the yarn came out of the needle, and now I have to start the whole thing over,” she said.

“You were knitting? What are you, my grandma?” Alex chuckled.

“Knitting is not just for grandmas silly!” she exclaimed. “I do it because it relaxes me.”

“You any good?” he asked.