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A fist to the face is all it takes to knock him to the ground and as blood pours from his nose, I crouch down. He scrambles back, real fear hitting his features.
I pick up his phone and hang up the call.
“Harold, I was going to beat the absolute shit out of you, but considering one punch is all it takes to fucking knock youdown to where you can’t get up, I figure it’s the same thing with you. I don’t like to pick on the weak. But I want you to listen to me, because I’m not a good fucking guy. I do shit that would make you puke daily, like it’s brushing my teeth. And wiping the ground with you wouldn’t even raise a blip on my conscience. So. Keep the fuck away from criminal shit.”
His mouth works a little, then finally, he finds his voice. “I’m . . . I don’t. Just party favors.”
“Drugs.”
“Yes, party favors. I make money that way.”
I nod. “What kind?”
“Party drugs.” He swallows. “Oxy, a little coke, some special K, you know.”
“And Karlee?”
“She’s a dumb bitch?—”
I slap him so fucking hard his head whips back.“No, you have respect for your betters. And Karlee is so much better than you. I’m asking you to stay the fuck away from her. I say asking. Telling. Telling you, asshole.”
“I—”
“If you touch her, I’ll kill you, Harold. So, keep the fuck away.”
Chapter Sixteen
KARLEE
I wake up in Tizio’s bed, I know it’s his bed. I mean, there’s a dent on the pillow next to me, and also it smells like him through the softer scents of detergent.
Plus, when I went through his place, his bedroom was the first room I hit.
A girl needs hobbies when she’s being forced into having her body guarded on a twenty-four-seven thing.
I take in a shuddering breath.
I’m in his T-shirt, and I want him with an ache I can’t explain.
Maybe it’s because I know he’ll go back to how this can’t happen with us. I know he will. It’s inevitable, this thing’s going to end sooner rather than later. He’ll find someone to take over watching more, or, more likely, he’ll end whatever this danger is, and he’ll go.
Or maybe it’s because I’ve become a sex addict with a specific need, him.
I don’t know. I don’t care. I just want him while I can.
Call me greedy or crazy, but here I am.
The kinky bend to it all rubs me in all the right places. Part of me can’t believe I demanded he spank me again, but the pain is so fucking good.
“Down girl,” I mutter, pushing back the covers. I should get out of his bed. I know that. Sure, I don’t have classes until this afternoon, but I’ve things to do.
It’s just . . . being in his bed is sweet, and I’m sore.
From beyond the room, the front door opens and closes, and it occurs to me that the spot where he laid down, on top of the covers, wasn’t warm at all, and the emptiness in the place wasn’t new.
Tizio’s been gone for a while. I have vague memories of him coming in at some point last night, of seeking warmth that only he has, but it’s caught and tangled in dreams.
“You’re up.”
