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Luna doesn’t need an actual bodyguard. People need guarding from her. I chuckle at the absurdness of the whole sham, but she needs time to warm up to the idea of having me back in her life.
When I take a job on, I give it my all. It’s why I never fail.
Except I failed my sister.
My hand skims through my short hair, its tips bristling over my rough fingertips. I blow out the heaviness that keeps trying to invade my chest. Like every other time these types of thoughts invade, I push them down, drowning it deep inside. Seeing Luna is making my focus spotty.
In a different world, I wish I was the one who’d take Luna to her home and make sure she’s safe. If I could have kept my feelings buried, I wouldn’t have been letting my frustrations out by rapidly firing a stupid bow and arrow. In the end, it doesn’t matter. I lost them both, and if I had to choose, I would always choose my sister first.
Fuck.
I haven’t allowed myself to think about my family in over a year. An hour with Luna and the same feelings I had that day come roaring back with a vengeance. The guilt I harbor invades my hardened heart like it has so many other times.
I pick my drill up out of my bag of tools and walk out of the room next door to hers. There’s a stray cat that rubs its tail against the frame. My feet push it out of the way, but it comes back, rubbing against my leg. I stomp my foot, then pretend to chase it before it goes away.
I start with the top hinge and begin taking the door off. I get to the lowest hinge before I hear her sweet voice yelling at me. It’s a melody that has no right to push the guilt out of me, but it helps to alleviate the pressure.
The door comes off, and I give her my megawatt smile. She bares her teeth in an angry glare. Her tits are pushed up by her arms crossed under them. I had forgotten what this girl does to me. My dick hardens like concrete from just looking at her sexy figure.
Sliding my gaze past her, I see at least ten different guns on her bed and five more off to the side. “You plan on having a party without me?” I nod toward the guns.
She has a better selection than what I brought. I’m impressed. But why the hell does she feel the need to have all of them?
She likes picking out her toys, just like you.
“Nope. I was just assembling them and planned on inviting you over to see what they can do.” Sarcasm drips from her tone.
“By shooting me?” I cock a brow enjoying the confidence she radiates. I’m making her flustered and it pumps me up more.
I move the door so it’s blocking as much of the doorway as possible before walking toward her. I’m about to comment that she doesn’t need me as her bodyguard but shut my mouth before the compliment leaves my tongue.
No need to give her fuel against me.
“You working or hiding out?” I pick up one of the smaller guns and flip it over in my hands before she’s at my side.
“Don’t touch.” She rips it out of my grasp. Her fingers zap me with electricity that causes my heart to double thump. “I’m not hiding. I’m trying to get some clarity and relaxation. What you see here is how I clear my head. I’m not one of your pampered whores who needs a man to take care of her.” She turns to place the gun back where I took it from.
“Pampered whores?” I chuckle. “Have you been keeping tabs on me all these years?”
A tiny, adorable growl rumbles past her lips. “Not a chance.”
“Who’s the target?”
“None of your business.” She spins around. “Why the hell are you here? You work alone, and I never took you as a babysitter before.”
The silence that closes in on us is felt deep in my throat. I work with no one. For many reasons. I’m reminded that people don’t like working with me. My sister killed our mother—or so our father used to accuse, during childbirth. My dad killed my sister, and I killed my dad. I give people bad juju.
“You scared of having me here while you work?” I ask, stepping closer to her.
Her shoulders sink, and she huffs out. “You may scare a lot of people, but I will never be one of them. I just don’t like you. There’s nothing else to it.”
I step into her personal space, and she takes in a short gasp of air. Her blue eyes dilate while she glares at me, but she doesn’t move away, pleasing me. My finger taps above her heart. To my disappointment, I can’t feel her strong beat as my mind whirls with possibilities of who her target is. It’s a very small circle of people who can make problems go away, and by problems, I mean enemies. Luna is one of the best like me, so who have I turned down late—
Instantly, I know who her target is.
“It’s Ron Wheeler.” Her eyes widen, and I know I’m right. “Figures. I turn them down, and they go to you.” Without her realizing it, we’ve competed with each other for the last few years. Or maybe she does with how her smile is growing.
“Someone is a little jealous. Why did you turn them down?” she asks like she doesn’t believe I did just that and instead they changed their mind on me.
