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“So you’ve always said.” A pause. “Get me my money, and the favor is yours.” The line goes dead.
I’m about to crush the phone in my palm when a text comes through. A very large number is attached, along with the words: get me my money, and I’ll find what you need.
I roll my eye. Rotten fucking bastard.
Light filters through the window on the second floor of the apartment building, bright as a lighthouse beacon compared to the darkened slums around me. The building’s bleak stone facade has cracks along the main structural points and is falling off in chunks, and I swear I can hear it creaking in the stillness of the night. My fist clenches at my side as I peer into her window, the curtains spread wide for any random creep strolling by.
I can’t believe she lives here.
My lip curls as her little ass swirls into view. Most people are snug in bed at this hour of the morning, but she's just got home from work by the looks of her sunken eyes and sluggish movements.
She stops at the foot of the bed and removes the golden locket from her neck. She runs her thumb over the tarnished brass as a tear slips from the corner of her eye, twisting her lovely face with sorrow.
Sorrow. Such sorrow. You’d love to reach out, to hold it in your palms. To crush it, to squeeze the life from it.
I shake my head angrily, pulling the vial of Rebound from my jacket pocket and tapping a thin line on the back of my hand. It’s the only thing that stops the voice anymore, the only way I can quiet it when she’s in my vicinity.
Lillith’s silky hair shifts as she places the locket onto the mattress. She does it with such care that you would think the thing was made of Venetian glass rather than cheap, tarnished brass. Knowing what I do, I can only assume it’s a gift from her parents.
Just then, a pigeon lands on her windowsill. Its claws clench the cracked stone as it peers from side to side, looking for threats. Then it taps its beak against her window.
I shake my head. Persistent little thing. Too bad it won’t work.
I nearly fall over when Lillith opens her window for it. Not only that, she reaches out and pets the fucking thing. I don’t know shit about birds, but it seems like this one likes it.
I blink hard, wondering if I took too much Rebound.
Her lips move—as if she’s talking to it—and she reaches her other hand out and places a slice of bread onto the sill.
Okay, I definitely took too much fucking Rebound.
I reach into my jacket pocket and pull out one of the slim paper cones. A silver Zippo follows, and for a moment, I dare to let the tiny orange flame illuminate my features. I stand there for what feels like an eternity, puffing on my joint and trying to make sense of the situation.
Her face has an expression I haven’t seen before. She looks… alive.
I cock my head, watching the beautiful, strange girl and her bird. Something stirs in my chest, a prickle of an emotion I don’t know what to make of.
For the first time in my life, I have an urge to feed the pigeons in the park.
I stand frozen until a flutter of wings breaks me from my trance. The pigeon takes to the purple skies, but my gaze is locked on the beautiful girl in the window. My chest squeezes at the pain in her eyes as she watches the little animal disappear over the horizon, and it hits me.
She loves the little bird.
As Lillith shuts her window, I’m struck with the desire to do something for her. Something to bring back the light in her eyes. I rack my brain, thinking back to how her lips lifted in the smallest of smiles when the bird started pecking at her breadcrumb offering.
As much as she loves the animal, she also loves being able to take care of something. If I bring her a present for her pet, maybe I’ll see that smile again.
The only problem? I don’t know shit about birds.
I run a hand through my hair as Lillith steps into the bathroom, leaving the door wide open. She strips away her tank top, baring her perky breasts to the mirror as her lips move to the song she’s singing. My cock throbs as she lowers her lace panties down her thighs, her hips swaying seductively in tune with the silent rhythm. God, she makes me fucking salivate.
Her toned legs flex as she steps into the tub basin, holding the dark blue shower curtain for balance as she steps under the stream of the showerhead. I want to reach out, to feel her and make sure she’s real.
But I have to be patient.
A low growl tumbles from my lips as I watch her, wishing I could be the water pouring over her skin. I want to taste her, fill her, but more than anything, I want to corrupt her.
She wastes no time hopping into bed as soon as her shower’s over. Hooking her locket around her neck, she snuggles her naked body under her comforter, then flips the light next to her bed, cloaking her room in darkness. Fuck me. I’ll need Ghost to install cameras when she’s at work tomorrow.
