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“That’s a shame,” I tell him. “I feel bad for people who don’t travel. How can you say you’ve truly lived if you’ve only seen such a small portion of the world?”
He gives me a look of surprise. “I never thought about it that way before. Suppose when this is over I’ll have to get you to take me to some great places.”
A heavy weight drops on my chest at his words, but I do my best not to react. Instead, I swallow the instant panic. Finishing my sandwich, I wipe my face and take a large chug of coffee before turning to him. He’s still picking at his ridiculous plate of sugar, but he’s also watching me intently.
I can’t talk about the future. At least not until that future cuts four more assholes down from this world. Maybe three if I’m lucky and Peter got into that bag last night.
“We’re gonna need a plan,” I say without preamble.
He nods, putting his fork down. “You work tonight?”
I shake my head. “No, tomorrow. You?”
He nods his head slowly.
“I guess you’ll have to let me know if shit hit the fan,” I say, my heart picking up its pace in my chest. I’ve been distracted since last night, but there’s no pretending I didn’t leave a bag of deadly drugs in a locker with the intent of them killing someone. A very specific, rapey, someone, but still.
“Yeah, I guess so.” He clears his throat and pushes his plate away. “Well, I should get going soon, anyway. Can I come back tonight?”
The look in his eyes tells me exactly what he wants to come back for, and I grin despite the morbidity of what we were only just discussing.
“Sounds good.”
By the time he leaves, I really do have an entire day to myself with nothing to do. I should do a workout, but other than that, I can take the day to relax and think and just exist. Sounds kind of nice.
I go through the motions of cleaning up breakfast, thinking over the anomaly that is Killian.
I’m baffled that he is so calm about all of this. Most people would definitely not be on board with what I’m doing, despite what those assholes did. It makes me wonder what else there is to know about Killian’s past. Really, I know nothing about him. Hell, I didn’t even know he was a fucking Canadian.
With him gone, I can already feel the hesitation creeping back. The same feeling I’ve gotten any time I’ve let myself consider tying myself down to another person. My nose turns up at the thought, but at least I know that I’m not like most women. Easily manipulated and tamed by men. I may have been broken by men, but it was me who put myself back together.
I know I don’t need a man in my life, but hey, regular orgasms and someone to help me with this fucked up shit that is the Iron Elite doesn’t sound that bad.
Even as I work to convince myself, I’m shaking my head. I gotta stop letting my pussy think for me.
Putting the last of the dishes away, I look out the window into the hazy streets below. Well, may as well get my mind off of things until later. Making my way into my bedroom, I grab my workout bag and keys.
Punching some things always helps.
Chapter Seventeen
Oops, I Did It Again
Killian
The night goes by too slowly for my liking. I imagine it’s partially because I know I have a beautiful woman to get back into bed with, and partially because of the knowledge that there is a tainted bag of drugs in the backroom just waiting for Peter to stick his nose in it.
My own nose turns up at the thought. Disgusting fucker. Out of all of them, Peter has always been the most pathetic to me. I have no patience, no empathy, for fucking drug addicts. Sure, there are the arguments of addiction and other bullshit, but not for someone like him. Someone who has been handed the fucking world on a platter and chooses to use it to snort cocaine and rape strippers.
He deserves what’s coming to him. They all do.
It’s about eleven when I hear a scream from the backroom. The corner of my mouth tries to turn up, and it's a will of effort to keep it straight. One of the European girls runs out screaming about something I can’t hear over the music, and James and Pedro rush toward the back.
Putting the glass in my hand down, I make my way around the bar and toward the back, following the flow of bodies moving toward the chaos. When I get to the door, I push my way through the chattering girls, frowning when I notice the tears on their faces. My eyes dart down to the body lying on the floor before widening.
Oh fuck.
Chapter Eighteen
