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She nods and motions to her bag on the floor, “On my phone.” I reach out and hand it to her. I hold on to it, and she shakes her head.
“I’m not going to call the fucking cops, or my family. Not even my brothers who want to shoot your ass.”
I chuckle and watch her flick through a couple of pictures. She hands me the phone and I stare straight into my son’s face. She’s right, he looks like me, and my stomach does a summersault. The only difference is my hair is lighter than his. It’s like seeing myself as a kid. “He looks strong,” I cough, trying to hide the sudden emotion in my voice. I don’t like to feel, feeling leads to attachment, and in the end, death. I quickly give her the phone back before I do something stupid.
“Is he in school?”
“I homeschooled him the last years before moving to Italy. We spent two years there before we went back to New Orleans.”
“Why were you on the run?”
She takes a deep breath and shakes her head. “Wanna guess, asshole? Because of you.”
“Me?” I ask frowning. “Why? I told you I would never hurt you.”
She pushes me away from her when I reach out, runs both her hands through her curly hair and starts to pace. I watch her. My eyes trailing over her body in a caress. The shirt obscures the place between her thighs but when she turns, I can see the curve of her naked ass. Suddenly she stops. “You took everything from me, and then you left me with the broken pieces. I was barely eighteen.”
I shake my head. “Don’t pretend you didn’t want it. You begged me to fuck you in the end. I still have the marks on my back you left with your nails.”
She shakes her head, eyeing the guns lying on the other bed but doesn’t make a move. She looks so lost and sad. “Maybe I did, and you know how long I hated myself because of that fact?”
“Why?” A happy laugh slips from my lips.
“Damn it, Sal,” she seethes, and I have to fight against my grin, she called me Sal.
“You know what it was like after you fucked me in the shipping container, and promised you would come back?”
“I’m sorry,” I say, my voice sounding hollow.
“Don’t pretend like you care, asshole.”
“I do. I mean you are the only one who has ever mattered in my life.”
“Before we go any further down memory lane, who the hell are you?”
I sit back against the headboard. “You know who I am.”
She shakes her head and takes her seat on the bed. “Tell me.”
I look at the clock. It’s almost six in the morning. “You want to go out and grab something to eat?”
“No, I don’t want to go anywhere with you.”
“I’m hungry,” I say, waggling my brows as I trail my eyes over her curves.
She flips me off again, and I chuckle. “Fuck, babe.” I run a hand over my hair. “I haven’t had this much entertainment since I chased a guy in the Namibian Desert.”
Her eyes widen in response, like she’s remembering she’s in a room with a natural born killer.
“Let me eat you out before we go out,” I purr, raising one brow. And my stomach rumbles in response.
“No,” she replies, the corner of her mouth twitching.
“It’s not going to take you long before you’ve got your ankles hooked around my back. Remember how you begged me to go deep?” I ask, and press my tongue against my cheek.
“I’m going to fucking kill you,” she seethes, tugging on her leather jacket and jeans before stomping outside.
Grinning, I run after her, and together we walk to the twenty-four-hour diner down the road not saying anything.
