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“Oh, we will,” I seethe. “But not today. If I hear anything else come out of your mouth right now, I may kill you regardless of the consequences.”
He moves to gather his clothes, his actions slow since I’ve destroyed both his ass and chest. “I couldn’t tell you that I knew, Quintin. How would that have gone?Hey, I know you killed my dad, but let’s hang out.”
I glare at him as I pull my pants on. “Why the fuck would you befriend the man who killed your dad? I know you’re fucked up, but to fuck your father’s killer? You have a motive. I know you well enough to know that.”
“You don’t know half of what there is to know about me, but let me know when you’re ready to actually listen. Not just cut and fuck me.” He steps into his pants and instead of attempting to put on his shirt, he just drapes it over his shoulder so the material covers the wounds. “But remember, as much as you love doing those things, I love being on the receiving end. I won’t allow you or anybody else to ruin this for us.”
ChapterTwenty-Five
“Fucking crazy ass,” I mutter to myself after Kaspian leaves.
I jump in the shower before stripping my bed bare and throwing everything in the washing machine. Kaspian’s good at spewing bullshit and saying things he thinks people want to hear, so it’s hard to trust his word. However, considering his attachment to me, and the fact that he’s yet to try to hurt me, let alone kill me, I’m inclined to believe it’s not his intention. But that doesn't mean he doesn’t have one. Maybe he’s trying to get me to let my guard down around him so he can strike.
When I determined it was time to look into my past crimes, I found out a little more about Kaspian, namely that he’s not Kaspian at all. Which I figured. In fact, his name is Jasper Castillo. Jasper is the son of Salvador Castillo—an undercover cop found murdered in an abandoned house. My reason for fleeing the state of Washington.
I’ve never looked into the murders I’ve committed. Sure, they were on the news for a little while, because serial killers always get airtime, but Salvador’s death wasn’t staged to look like he was killed by the Heart Stopper. Being an officer got him plenty of attention, though. Too much for my liking. I left and vowed to never look into his case.
As soon as I saw the photo of him in Kaspian’s locked box, I knew it was only a matter of time until I had to. I didn’t remember ever seeing news about him having a son in the days after he was found; the wife was talked about, though.
I recently found out that Jasper was the product of Salvador’s first marriage. The woman at his funeral was his second wife and they didn’t have kids together.
There’s more to this story that I need to hear, but it’s a little unnerving to realize that the kill that had me spooked enough to flee the state is coming back around. His death was never solved. Justice never received. And his son is a vengeful sociopath.
* * *
Weeks goby without speaking to Kaspian. I see him, though. He’s everywhere. He comes to my job and talks to Willow. He drinks his coffee a few tables away in The Perfect Blend, watching me over every sip. He’s shown up to Thai Me Down while I’ve had dinner, but he never speaks. He’s waiting for me to make the first move.
I’ve debated what I want to do, even contemplating moving again and starting over. I was doing pretty good until I came across Kaspian. I could do it again. I looked up towns in Iowa and Nebraska, but the idea of being in another shitty, small town that offers nothing exciting makes me want to kill myself instead of anybody else. Maybe Chicago or Houston would be better, but the idea of not having Kaspian around is what gives me pause. He was right, I do need him, but not for the reason he thinks. He believes I need him alive because I risk the chance of being found out if he goes missing, but the real reason is because even though I’m not good at showing it, I like his presence. Even if we’re not physically together, I know he’s out there, lurking in the shadows, obsessing over why I haven’t texted him and hating every man I talk to.
The sex is the best I’ve ever had, with a man or a woman. I don’t have to hold back. I choke him and his cock hardens. I cut him, and though it hurts, he never begs me to stop. He needs the pain like I need to inflict it.
I’ll never find another person like him again. I know that, and so does he. I guess it’s time to hear him out.
“I feel like we haven’t hung out in a while,” Willow says, coming up next to me as I’m getting ready to leave work.
“Yeah. I’ve just had a lot going on.”
She tilts her head and puts her hand on my shoulder. “Everything okay? Is it your dad?”
“What?” I ask, and then I remember the lie I told back in October. “Oh. No. Just some other stuff.”
“Well, if you feel like getting out of your head a little, me, Jason, Cora, Sam, BJ, and Kaspian are all going to be at The Hideout tonight. Your first drink is on me.”
She grins, but I can’t help but focus on one name. “Kaspian?”
“He’s been hanging out with us the last couple weekends.”
I nod my head. “Cool. Maybe I’ll show up.”
Her smile grows. “Good. I hope so.” She fidgets, shifting her weight as she wrings her hands in front of her.
“You okay?”
“Yeah. Umm.” She contemplates saying something else, but then she just laughs. “Never mind. I’ll talk to you later. If you come out.”
I nod. “Okay.”
She scurries off, and I wonder if she and Kaspian have gone out on any more dates. She doesn’t bring him up often, and any idea of a threesome seems to have died. I’m not sure I’d even want to do that with those two. I like being with Kaspian the way we’ve been, and to add someone to the mix would be to water it down.
