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“Like I don’t belong,” I lie. Leandro made me feel alive afterward, even if I do hate the idea of killing.
“You fell.” Maria narrows her eyes as she inspects me.
“More than once scrambling to get to the car,” I lie again. I’m dirty because of the most passionate sex imaginable. You’d all kill me if you found out.
God, I hope Leandro doesn’t tell the others. He wouldn’t…
“No blood.” Maria tugs at my shirt and looks down my back. “You’re fine.”
I nod again. More than fine, actually. I just hope Leandro doesn’t go another two weeks ignoring me.
“Oh, he’s going to be hearing an earful from me once I get my little ass up there.” Anabel folds her arms. “Seniority means something down here. I should be going on a hit. Or Maria…”
“It’s not a reward, you dim lamp,” Maria says.
“Shut up, nurse lame. Mommy wants some adventure,” Anabel hisses.
“Anabel, please don’t say anything to Leandro. I don’t know if I’m supposed to be quiet about it,” I beg.
“Oh please. Like he doesn’t know a group full of trapped hens don’t squawk at each other all day and night,” Anabel continues.
“Ana, give it a rest. She’s had a tough day,” Gabby defends me.
After another ten minutes of questioning, I feel I’ve done my part, so I excuse myself to the bathroom farthest from the living area. As soon as I lock the door, a sigh of relief escapes me. That moment alone I was hoping for in the hotel is finally here.
I can catch my breath.
The mirror in front of me shows a reflection I barely recognize. Even though I’m disheveled from my sexcapades, there’s life in my eyes, and my skin is glowing radiantly. A far cry from the greying sadness that used to wash over me day after day in Joey’s custody.
It might be all screwed up, but I have friends again… and a man who can’t keep his hands off of me.
I rub a hand down my face, and despite a body being dropped right in front of me hours ago, I’m smiling. Do the other girls know Leandro was abused as a child? Do they see him as caring? Or is that only my privilege?
Something sick goes through my head as I run my finger across the marble sink countertop. I’m lucky. I bite my lip. He chose me.
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Three days go by. Leandro decided to take two at a time for some open air. Anabel complained that not only is she not getting one-on-one time, but her outings with him are boring. She’s sick of looking at dead trees all day.
I know she spilled the beans about the hit. And Leandro is probably cursing me for it. But what can I do? It was better than telling them that he threw me on the floor to fuck me harder, right?
My cheeks blush at the thought.
Today is a new day. Is he going to skip over me like he did in the past? Or did we break down all the barriers in that hotel room?
I’ve been thinking a lot about how he respected my shameful brand on my side. I think I’m ready to show him, if he still wants to see.
Although, there’s a problem with all of my thoughts lately, not one has been of Arnold’s rescue. I don’t want to leave now that I have something to chase. Leandro is mysterious, smart, and sculpted by gods. What’s better? He wants me.
Where would Arnold even be rescuing me to? Some new house in west bumble-fuck where he’d come to visit me whenever he wants? I’d be like his prisoner. And if I had to choose? I choose Leandro. Ten times out of ten.
Listen to me… I’m a crazy person.
I carefully do my lashes, brushing them gently to make them pop. Butterflies swarm in my belly at the idea he’s going to call on me. It’s my turn. And if he picks me solo? There’s going to be hell to come back to – by Anabel especially.
Usually an hour after breakfast is when he makes his move – unless it’s a hit day, or a scouting day. But I think the boon from this week’s kill should be enough to keep us going. I never really thought about it – he has us running on generators, which must be extremely expensive. But it speaks to how careful he is. To keep up the rouse that his shack is abandoned, he can’t have running electricity connected to a company. Then he’d be traceable. We’re probably showering in well water too.
I shake my head at the insanity of it all.
