MATED TO A SERIAL KILLER

CHAPTER 6: SEETHING KATHY

***ANNA***

I walked out of the airport and flagged a cab down, “where to ma’am?” The driver asked, but I wasn’t even sure where to go. I couldn’t go to my home since my rent was due and again, I had no friends in the city, well, I had a sister, but I’d rather die than seek Kathy’s help at this point.

“Ma’am?” The driver pressed impatiently, "What was it with the cab drivers today?” I sneered in a hushed tone.

“The Beaut club!” I finally said, after all, it’s getting dark already, and everyone should be visiting the club soon, so going now was an added advantage for me.

“Okay ma’am,” the driver said and drove off. I sat there in the back seat again for the second time today, tired and spent and all I just wanted to do now was to sleep away my worries, but unfortunately the universe seemed to be somewhat working against me.

“We’re here ma’am,” the driver said and I just nodded, paid, and dragged myself out of the car, clutching my handbag closely, I walked past a glass window and saw my reflection, I looked hideous, but thankfully, I had on a cool outfit that wouldn’t make me look so out of place at the club, just not sexy enough. I sighed deeply at the mess my life had now become and walked into the club. I immediately located the same place I’d sit that night by the bar, and thankfully, it was the same bartender from that night. I walked straight to him.

“Hey!” I called as I dragged a stool out and sat on it. The bartender turned around with a smile.

“Hi ma’am, how may we help you tonight?” He asked with that warm smile of his but It didn’t reach his eyes, the smile was fake, more like a part of his job, I guessed.

“Do you remember me?” I asked him and he just stared at me, trying to recollect, but ended up shaking his head ‘No’.

I sighed and decided it was better if I described myself to him, “I was here three weeks ago, got drunk here, and went upstairs with a man,” I said, and he just shrugged at me.

“A lot of women come in here, get drunk, and go up with a man,” he said, then turned around to grab a drink off his cabinet and start mixing.

“Yes, I know that,” I answered, already frustrated.

“When people sit here, how well do you tend to listen to their conversations?” I asked, I knew it was an absurd question since the music in here killed the voice that night, and I was only speaking to him normally now because the club hadn’t gone on the full club mode, it’s just opening.

“I’m a wolf? Even with the noise, I can hear everyone,” he said, shrugging as he used his rag to clean the cups.

“Great!” I exclaimed happily, “then do you remember a crazy man claiming to be alpha king Lucien? The wolf king?” I asked, he paused to think it through a bit.

“Blue eyes? Just like yours? He looked too neat to be crazy, or lying” he said as he continued cleaning the glasses, “and he’s not human either, my wolf felt suffocated around him,” the bartender said. He somewhat looked scared when he spoke of him.

“Yes, you’re right, except that part of him not being crazy, he is, but that aside, you see, I’m in a fix, I need to find that man, is there any way you could help me?” I asked, pleading with my eyes.

“Nope!” He said popping the “P”.

“I mean, you don’t get it, it’s a matter of life and death, I mean, we had a thing and now there’s a baby involved and I think he should at least know,” I said, then he stopped with the cups and sighed hard, his shoulders slugging.

“Fine!!!” He drawled and turned around, brought out a book from the cabinet under the bar and started to flip through pages. He flipped through a lot of pages then his fingers that had been tracing words on the pages stopped on one.

“Got it! He’s right here,” he said, turning the book to me. I grabbed it and read out where his hand was outlining.

“Carl Lockwood,” I raised my head to look at the bartender, “he’s Carl Lockwood?” I asked and the man nodded.

“You can see it right there! He paid for his drinks and your room with that card,” the man said. I got slightly ashamed when he spoke about the room but I did my best to mask my feelings.

“Thanks, is there a way I could get his address or something? I mean, I know that's a lot, but I need it right now,” I said to him, he gave me a look for a few seconds and nodded silently.

“But you didn’t get this from me,” he warned.

“Who are you?” I said, and he smiled at me, then pulled out a pen and paper, scribbled something on it and handed it over to me.

“The address on the credit card,” he said. I smiled and bowed in respect.

“Thank you,” I muttered. I stared at the paper in my hands, read the address, and realized the bastard was back in Montreal, with me. Guess I was going back home tonight.

I smiled again at the bartender and left the club while trying to order a cab.

“Watch where you’re going, jeez!” I heard the voice I wished I didn’t have to hear ever again, seeth out angrily—KATHY!

Maybe it was the shock of meeting her or something, I didn’t know, but my phone fell to the ground, but I managed to awkwardly pick it up, thanking my stars it didn’t break, then I faced her eyeball to eyeball.

“Are you stalking us now?” She asked, only then did I look behind her to see Derrick, looking at me right in the eye as though the bastard hadn’t just broken my heart weeks before.

“Come on, don’t let her spoil our last night in Vethania darling,” Kathy said, pulling him by the tye and dragging him away.