Page 69 of Unhinged Kallie

Once inside, I found the door that led to the announcer’s booth and took the stairs two at a time until I reached the top. I doubted anyone would be in there, but I opened the door quietly and poked my head inside to be sure before stepping into the small tower with open windows overlooking the field.

Carter was easy to spot, even among the thirty or so guys, and my heart fluttered like it always did when I saw him. He still hadn’t come out and said how he felt. He danced around it like he was doing an Irish jig and said things like ‘It doesn’t matter what I think’ or ‘Of course, I want more,’ but never said what more was. I could guess, but I wanted him to say it. No, I wanted him to beg for it. I needed to rattle his cage.

Finding a chair, I watched the rest of the practice. Batting was my favorite part. There was just something about the sound the bat made when they hit a home run that sent a shiver down my spine. Carter knocked five of the dozen balls out of the park, and my stomach tightened. I’d waited all this time to have him. I wasn’t waiting anymore, and if my dad had a problem with it, he would have to go through me to get to Carter.

The coach whistled, and the guys gathered around. Surprisingly, his voice carried, and I could hear him when he said what time to meet on the field again.

“Hey, Carts, you wanna go to a party with us tonight? I promise it’ll be straight fire.”

“I don’t know, man, you heard what coach said. We have more scouts coming in a couple of days,” Carter said.

They turned in my direction, and I lowered myself down so I wouldn’t be seen. Luckily their voices were getting close.

“Dude, that’s in two days. Let loose tonight. You rarely do anything. It will be fun, and the whole team is going.” That was interesting news. I hadn’t asked, but I assumed he was dating someone. Not that I cared. I would cut the bitch if she thought she was putting a ring on it.

“Fine, I’ll go.” I ground my teeth together. A party meant lots of girls. I also needed a way to follow and sneak in.

“Yes!”

“But only for a little while.”

Their voices echoed as they entered the tunnel. Getting up, I dashed down the stairs and out the same way I came in. A normal person would’ve waited for him to come out and then said hello, but that was too easy. Why talk when you can stalk?

Chapter Twenty-Seven

KALLIE

I didn’t care what anyone said. Guys took forever to get ready. I thought the next coming of Christ would be here faster than Carter and his teammates. Too many times, I wanted to sneak into the locker room. The thought of seeing him naked and wet under the shower spray was very fucking tempting.

Once they finally emerged, I followed the guy giving Carter a lift to his house. He ran inside and I was prepared to sit for another hour, but shockingly he was only ten minutes. I then had to follow them until I pulled into the parade of cars that all seemed to be going to the same location. Twenty minutes later they were pulling into a large mansion. place was so big it had castle gates. They stood open, and cars were lined up and down the driveway and in the massive cul de sac. A few of the girls heading inside were dressed up like they were going to a fancy club.

Driving around the circle, I parked near the end, facing out for a quick exit. Grabbing my bag from the backseat, I pulled it open and smirked. My dad always said to be prepared for anything. I ran my hand over the blood-red sequin dress. Not sure this was what he meant, but I had my own flare.

I looked like a fucking knock-out as I adjusted the brunette wig with long curls in the mirror and applied lipstick that matched the dress. I doubled checked that the knives strapped to my legs under the dress couldn’t be seen and then strode up the street like I fucking owned it.

A single bouncer was at the door, but he was too busy flirting with two girls when I approached. He looked me up and down and didn’t move to stop me. The music was loud, the people louder, and whoever owned this place would have thousands of dollars in damage tomorrow morning.

I no sooner walked through the door when guys playing Tarzan, using the massive chandelier in the foyer, tore it out of the ceiling with a crash. I jumped out of the way as it fell and landed with an elegant roll behind a statue.

“Oh fuck, bro! That was epic.” Someone yelled before laughter filled the air. Peering around the statue, I saw the guy lying on the ground writhing in pain with a very broken ankle, but no one seemed to care.

“Not my circus,” I mumbled as I fought the urge to tell them off. If my teeth weren’t already on edge, they sure as hell were when I found Carter out at the pool with enough girls hanging around him to create a harem. He peeled off his shirt and pants and jumped in the pool, and I swear I heard every pussy ring like a fucking dinner bell was inside them.

My hand itched, and I rubbed at my knife hidden under the glittery dress. I watched Carter as hungrily as all the other eyes on him, but I didn’t want to give myself away just yet, so I went hunting for the security panel or room. A place like this had to have one, and since I was pretty sure more than one person was dying tonight, no cameras were essential.

Swiping a drink left sitting, I wandered the halls and glanced into each room as I went. I pretended to be hammered and leaned against a few walls. It was easier than you would think to act drunk and stumble around. Spotting a second guard, I followed him at a distance, and sure enough, he led me to a small dark room.

I pounded on the door, “Hurry up, man, I’m gonna piss myself,” I slurred.

The door whipped open, and I ran past him to a potted plant in the corner, making a retching noise.

“Oh my god, that’s disgusting. Fuck I hate these parties.” I glanced over my shoulder, and his back was to me. “Yeah, all good here, just some drunk chick puking.” When he released the com piece in his ear, I sprung up, pulled my knife, and leaped on his back. “What the…” The blade cut through his throat like butter. Releasing my hold, I pushed him, and he stumbled forward, collapsing face-first on the black, tiled floor.

“Sorry, friend,” I said, wiping my knife on his suit. Opening the small clutch, I pulled out an alcoholic wet wipe and cleaned where I’d touched his jacket and face. “I have to tell you, not having gloves on is a pain in the ass. You know what I mean? No, you probably don’t.”

The security screens lit up the room, and I watched Carter swim in the pool. The other guys on the team were cozying up to the girls who had hopped in, but he was dutifully swimming laps. Fuck I couldn’t wait to ride him. I was taking him, and he wouldn’t get the chance to argue.

He stopped long enough to sip a drink beside the pool and then pushed off again. I reached for the kill switch on the system but paused as I saw a blonde wander along the side of the pool. It seemed innocent until she turned away from the house, and I knew she was pulling out drugs or something. Her behavior was way too shady to be anything else.