Freaks (Dirty Nasty Freaks, #3)

by Callie Hart

“Jesus,” I laughed. “If whatever you want to say is causing you this much trouble, then might I suggest you don’t say it?” “It’s not causing me trouble. I’m just…I’m gonna ask you something, and I’m weighing up how badly I’m going to want to hurl myself off a bridge if you say no.” Oh fuck. Nooooooo. He wasn’t. He was not going to ask me what I thought he was going to ask me. I shot him a wide-eyed look, daring to take my gaze off the road for a split second in order to deliver it properly. “Don’t do it,” I whispered. He looked very serious. The joking twitch at the corner of his mouth was nowhere to be seen. “Why not?” “Because. If you ask, I’m going to say yes. And if I say yes, then everything will change.” “Like what?” I wrung my hands over the steering wheel, trying to settle the jittering bounce in my right knee that had just started up. “We’ll have to make plans. We’ll have to decide where to live. We’ll have to figure out if I’m going to sell my business. You’ll have to stop killing people—” “I’ve already stopped killing people.” He winked. “No, you haven’t!” “I didn’t kill Julia. And Monica’s shut down all of our accounts on the dark web. We’re officially offline.” “Until you need money.” “Tisk, tisk. You know I don’t take the money. You know I don’t need it, either. I’d be hurt if you weren’t so obviously shitting yourself right now.” “I—” I gaped, opening my mouth and then closing it again. “I am not shitting myself.” “You are. You’re being a coward.” I reached ...