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I slithered toward him, keeping my eyes on his hands until I was sure he was following my rules. Barely touching his shoulders, I wound my hips, my tits just out of reach of his mouth. I took my ass to the floor, dragging my fingers down his body, purposefully avoiding his dick because there was no way in hell I was going there. His thighs twitched under my palms as I shoved them wide, kneeling between his feet.
I ran my left hand back up toward his dick while I used my right to slide the gun closer. It was now or never.
“God, you’re sexy. You gonna suck my cock, Trixie?” Cy licked his lips, his eyes moving down my body to where my hand sat inches from his dick. “You want to choke on me, baby?”
“I’ve got a better idea.” In one motion, I grabbed the gold satin pillow Cy was leaning on and shoved it in his face. His hands flew to my wrist, but I was too quick. Pressing the barrel to the shiny fabric, I squeezed the trigger twice. Two loud pops filled the room, the pillow doing little to muffle the sound.
With my ears ringing, I jerked my hand back, and the pillow fell to his lap. I grimaced at the sight of the entry wounds between Cy’s dead gaze, the slate of his eyes so similar to Dimitri’s, making my stomach turn.
I’d killed another man. This time, I’d been the predator, the hunter. There were no self-defense claims to hide behind. It may have been last minute, but it was undoubtedly premeditated. I left the casino knowing the night would end with either Cy Chronis dead or me bleeding out in failure.
But I hadn’t failed, I’d succeeded, and it hadn’t been as hard as I thought it would be.
Shouldn’t murdering a man be harder?
I sat between Cy’s legs, staring at his slouched body, waiting for someone to rush into the room. As the minutes ticked by, and it became apparent no one was going to bust in and fill me full of bullets, disbelief took the edge off the fear twisting my stomach.
All that was left was my getaway.
Holding on to Cy’s knees, I carefully stood, my legs asleep from kneeling for God knows how long. I slipped the gun into my purse and texted the driver to meet me in front of the club. My corset proved to be a bit tricky to get back on without help and with gloves on, but I managed to rig it closed. I checked my face and hair in the mirrors lining the wall and prepared myself to put on the show of my life.
With my hand on the door handle, I said a little prayer. I would need all the help a higher power could give me. As I opened the door, the club’s music drowned out what was playing in the room, making it clear why no one had heard Cy’s execution.
I passed the room I’d left Dimitri in and went straight to the bouncer, tapping him on the shoulder. “Dimitri passed out.”
The guy turned to me and rolled his eyes. “Thanks for the heads up. I hope you got your money.”
“I got what I came for.” I smiled and went straight to the stairs, flirting my way through the club. A misty rain hit my heated skin as I stepped outside, sending shivers down my arms. It took everything not to sprint toward my waiting town car, but I didn’t want to arouse suspicion.
Focusing on the click-clack of my impossible heels on the wet sidewalk, I finally made it to the waiting car.
“Back to the casino,” I said as I closed the door, grateful for the heated seats.
The driver nodded, and the partition raised. For the first time in forty minutes, it was quiet.
I slipped on my long coat, buttoning it to the top, and took off my bunny ears.
The driver pulled up to the loading dock. I thanked him and rushed to the back entrance. The door flew open, and Marco stood there, stone-faced. “Where have you been?”
“Nowhere,” I said as a kitchen employee passed us. “I need to get ready for the toast.” Brushing past him, I breathed a sigh of relief when he didn’t follow me.
When I got to the elevator, the doors opened, and there was Frankie smirking at me like an asshole. He gestured for me to enter, and I had no choice but to get in.
“Marco’s pissed.”
“What’s new?” I scoffed, noticing the red speckle in my white hair. “Son of a bitch.” Brushing the hair from my face, I could see my cheeks were covered in freckles I didn’t have before I shot Cy in the head.
Frankie chuckled, and the doors opened. “You’re lucky it’s Halloween. A little blood splatter is easily overlooked.”
I brushed the spots with my fingertips, blinking slowly as if it would make the blood disappear.
I was covered in Cy.
The adrenaline that had powered my little mission, plus the knowledge I was wearing a dead man’s DNA, made my legs buckle, and I felt faint.
Frankie grabbed my elbow and guided me toward my suite. “Let’s get you cleaned up.”
“Okay,” I said weakly as he let us into the room.
