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He cocked his head to one side. “I heard some cleaners work naked for higher tips.” I pressed my lips into a straight line, biting back my annoyance. “Not me.”
Yeah, okay. I was done. I could put up with a lot, but clearly this guy wanted something I wasn’t going to give. If the agency wanted to fire me over this, then so be it.
but an actual concern I might have walked into something premeditated.
Mail from a woman who, week by week, letter by letter, had stolen my entire fucking heart.
The unspoken truce between me and Dickson would cease to exist if he ever realized I wasn’t going back to them.
“That means you’ll probably end up in the same halfway house.”
You’re gonna be vulnerable without the Slayers to back you up.” Like I didn’t already fucking know.
tomorrow, and then he’s gonna go play house with his little pen pal lover girl?”
“So you’re not going out to find a job, set up a house, and then ask her to come live with you?” He grinned. “That’s what your last letter said!”
But as a man. A respectable one with a job and clean clothes and a house. When I met her, that’s who I wanted to be.
And I didn’t care what Violet looked like. Only how she made me feel.
Rowe nodded at me, something that looked like respect written all over the guard’s face. “Treat her well. And make sure I don’t see you back in here.”
I was going to get a job and a house and everything else Violet would need.
And then I was getting my girl.
fucking mouth shut or everything I was going to do to you, I’ll do to your gay boyfriend as well. Don’t piss me off, Violet.” I froze. He knew about Toby. He’d been watching me.
then done nothing to punish his attackers.
That high school attack had been because he’d dared to love a boy. This one would be because he loved me.
He wasn’t just going to rape me. He’d been planning on killing me all along.
My gaze darted to the knife block on my left. So did X’s. But he already had a knife. Those were mine.
Grayson’s rules say we aren’t allowed to kill innocents. But we can’t leave witnesses either! So which does this situation fall into?” His friend, Scythe, apparently shrugged. “I’ll call Gray and ask.”
But I wasn’t going down without a fight. Even if the only weapon available to me were spoons.
and hurled it in his direction, just for the disrespect.
“Can you try to keep the woman alive long enough for me to get there?” Oh hell no.
I didn’t know you could fall in love with someone in the space it took for them to pitch a rolling pin at your head. But here I was, utterly and completely in love with a woman who wouldn’t stop throwing things at me.
“I’m gonna marry her.” He just rolled his eyes. “What? I am!” “She’s throwing knives at you because you just killed a man in cold blood right in front of her, but sure. I’ll put on a tux and be your best man. We’ll have the ceremony next week on the island of Delulu.”
My future wife
but I was kinda digging it. I liked a feisty woman.
over because I couldn’t stop sticking my head out to stare at her. She was all tits and ass and curves for days. So fucking sexy.
But scared. I didn’t like that.
“And your name is…?” I prompted. A tremble moved through her. “Why do you want to know?” That was easy. I grinned. “So I know what name to write on our marriage certificate.” She took a step to the side, seeming more scared than ever. Huh. Not the reaction I was expecting. And also a bit insulting.
He glanced at me, holding my gaze for a long moment. Understanding passed between us. I let him go. The woman watched the exchange with pure terror in her eyes, and I knew I’d fucked up. Scared her all over again.
wasn’t thinking.” I meant it. I should have realized what she needed. I wouldn’t make that mistake again.
Grayson eyed me. “You are not to go after her, X. Promise me.” I waved him off. “Of course. Of course.” Grayson nodded. “Good.” “Of course I’m going to go after her.” His head snapped up. “You mean of course you’re not going after her.” I squinted at him. “Isn’t that what I said?” Scythe chuckled. “Nope.” I shrugged. “Eh, same thing.” Gray seemed like he wanted
“Anyone got a pen? I need to make an amendment.”
Because I’m pretty sure I heard you were out of the game…and yet, this looks a whole lot like you’re back in it.” Scythe shrugged. “Do I get a copy of that list if I do?” Gray nodded. “That could be arranged. If that’s what you really want.” Something dark and malicious glinted in my new best friend’s eye. “I’ll think about it. Vincent probably won’t like it.”
“Witness. Wife. They both start with W.”
But Whip was the unofficial leader of the group. The eldest. The most in control of himself. He was the one who really kept us in line.
We were all as much a danger to each other as we were to the targets on the list. It’s why we didn’t go by
Why we knew nothing about each other’s lives, families, or friends.
No personal information. Shame. Because it would be really hard to send them an invite to my wedding if I didn’t know their real names and addresses.
Nobody offered to help me though.
I stepped out of this shower, I would have to put on a brave front and pretend this had never happened.
uncomfortably by his bedside, sixteen years old, trying to understand why the cops were interrogating him like he was the one who’d done something wrong.
But that didn’t mean I was okay.
But eventually, I’d replied with just a single word. Yes.
But I already loved him.
The drive home might be different though.
club turned up every year. Fang. War. Hawk. But I never glanced in their direction. Deliberately made a point not to. I didn’t want anything
smart enough at least to not wear their fucking club jackets.
I was out of the club. Done. And I didn’t want my record showing visitation from anyone affiliated with the Slayers.
