Chapter 40: Hand in the cookie jar
LAYLA
May 14th 2018
There''s nothing like returning to the ce that makes you feel like utter shit and has you moaning your
tits off at the same time.
Working at Clubrooms thankfully pays my bills and I''m able to live afortable lifestyle.
More so than others.
I guess I should be thankful that I''m not out on the streets begging for food, just yet.
I''ve spent thest few days hiding out at home. Repetitively going over what Lisa had told me. I was
going out of my mind just continuously thinking about it. How could I have missed the signs of Ryder
being groomed by Jimmy? Or, the stacks of photos that were stashed behind our dressing tables and
T.V cab.
All the pieces started toe together and form a picture. Everything started to make sense and
be evident for why Jimmy was always at our house. He was like a bad smell that we couldn''t get
rid of. I was so naive to assume his wife couldn''t stand the sight of him after he had been out boozing
too extensively.
I drove two hours to the cemetery with a bottle of whisky in my bag. I went to visit Ryder for the first
time since he had been buried. All the pent up anger I had towards him slowly started to fade away the
more I opened up and spoke to him. I had to stop andugh a few times, even I knew I looked
ridiculous doing it. Bizarrely, I felt so much lighter when I left.
And....
I still had a full bottle of whisky in my bag. For once, in a very long time. I didn''t feel the need to drown
my sorrows in the amber liquor or want to end my own life.
The thoughts of making the pain go away with a simple flick of the trigger on Ryder''s shotgun had been
lingering in the back of my head for many months. But with the knowledge that Ryder wasn''t the
mastermind behind his side hustle. It has given me a new meaning to life by avenging Ryder and
getting even with Jimmy.
I want him to suffer the way I''ve been suffering, I want him to lose a piece of his soul just like Ryder did.
I want to be known as his living and breathing Karma. The one who makes him shake in his boots,
every time he hears my name.
I feel sick to my stomach that I let that slimy bastard touch me intimately.
If I could, I would scrub myself raw internally, disinfecting myself from the gue he infected me with.
He is a virus, a virus that eats away at innocent people. A sick bastard who needs his dick chopped off
and shoved up his ass.
I walk through the back entrance to the club, ignoring themotion going on down the hall. I enter my
room and sit back in my armchair. I let my eyes browse the room, the suns peeking through the
curtains, making the dust particles visible as they dance through the air. The room smells like it''s just
been through a deep clean service, leaving the smell of cleaning products wavering about, tainting the
atmosphere of the room. I open my bag and pull out my phone. Scrolling through my contacts I swipe
right when that son of a bitches name appears on the screen.
La: My kitty is hungry, bring her arge sausage with your special cream sauce.
I hit send,
If he thinks he''s about to get his dick wet. I know it''s a sure thing he will show up, knocking on my door
like the bastard he is.
I mean...
Who in their right state of mind would bang their dead sibling''s wife when the dirt is just starting to set
on their grave?
Ding.....
Jimmy: I''ll bring her the biggest, creamiest, sausage she''ll ever eat in her life
I scoff, reading it.
After today his meatballs won''t be producing anything creamy...
***
I walk to the changing room to have a shower. Myst client begged me to give him a golden shower
after I fucked him up the arse with the biggest strap-on I had. He ims he''s straight with a wife and
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five beautiful kids at home. Just like I im to be Megan fox blessed with J-lo''s ass and Salma Hayek''s
tits.
I''m sure he''s one of Maddies clients. She''s the only crazy one that would agree to do that kind of crap. I
jump into the shower and wash the filth from my body, scrubbing my face and washing my hair.
When I''m done, I turn the shower off and get changed. I slide a razor in between my breasts and walk
back to my room waiting for Jimmy.
I don''t know how this is all going to y out. I don''t know If I''m going to use the de or not. But I do
know I want to hurt him and that could either be mentally, physically or emotionally. Either way, he will
get what ising to him.
There''s a knock at the door, I get up and open it.
"Hey, you..." He says cheerfully.
He leans in to kiss me and I step back. He smirks and reaches for me.
"We need to talk Jimmy." I close the door.
"About?" He asks, frowning at me.
"About you, Ryder and the little side hustle you got him into." I look at him with disgust.
My hand''s tremble and my heart sinks into the pit of my stomach when his face changes. He looks like
a kid who''s just been caught with his hands in the cookie jar!!