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Hank wanted me to bring him a fucking trophy—and sure, I’d bring him one.
But it wouldn’t be for him. It was just another price. Another death. Another bullet in some unlucky motherfucker’s skull.
It would be for the girl with a haunted smile and lips I wanted to sink my teeth into.
It hadkilledme to cut things short and leave her at her friend’s. I wanted to see where the night took us, and maybe even the next morning. And the day after that . . .
I wasn’t lying when I said I never did things half-assed. I dove full into my obsessions. It’s why I became a contract killer. Torture wasn’t enough. It’s why I came here to find Hank and get the name of my mother’s killer. I wasn’t just a vengeful fucker. I was hell-bent on ripping someone’s heart from their chest.
The trot of hooves stole my attention, and I looked up to see Clover approaching. She rode her mare with skill, her hips swaying, her light brown hair flowing behind her.
Fuck, those tight jeans were downright sinful. She was too damn beautiful.
I tucked the gun I was cleaning behind my chair and approached her.
“Wildflower, to what do I owe the pleasure?” I asked with a smirk as she got off her horse. She tugged on the straps of her backpack while approaching, cautious, like a rabbit sniffing out a wolf.
“I brought you something, to say thanks for helping me yesterday,” she said with a nervous swallow before taking the backpack off and pulling out a gallon-sized bag of chocolate chip cookies.
“For me?” I asked while reaching for them.
“Don’t get too excited,” she said while I pulled one out and tore through it. It was delicious. “I got that premade dough. I’m not much of a baker.”
“Thank you,” I said before swallowing the treat. “But I thought we discussed how I would like you to show your appreciation.”
Clover’s cheeks flushed and her eyes widened in surprise. She took a step back, her hand reaching for her mare’s reins. “I . . . I don’t know what you mean,” she stuttered out, her voice barely above a whisper.
“Oh, come on, Wildflower,” I said with a chuckle. “You know exactly what I mean.”
My hand shot out, gripping her wrist and yanking her toward me. Clover gasped as she stumbled, her back hitting the side of the RV. I leaned in close, my breath hot against her ear. “You owe me a kiss, remember?” I whispered. “And I’ve been thinking . . . maybe I could collect that.”
Clover’s eyes darted around, scanning the barren landscape for any sign of escape. I chuckled at her panicked expression and leaned in closer, pressing my body against hers. “Don’t be scared, little wildflower,” I murmured. “I promise I won’t crush you.”
Her eyes fluttered closed as I traced my lips along the line of her jaw, feeling her pulse quicken beneath my fingers. She tasted like the chocolate chips in the cookies she’d made, sweet and addictive. My hands wandered down to her waist, pulling her closer to me. She wrapped her arms around my neck, her fingers tangling in my hair. I moved back to her sweet lips, pushing her harder against the side of the RV. She moaned against my mouth, giving in to the kiss.
I moaned, pulling back to look at her flushed face. “You’re so beautiful,” I said, my fingers tracing the line of her cheek. “I want you, Wildflower.”
The fear had dissipated from her eyes, replaced by a desire that matched mine. She nodded, her hand reaching for the hem of my shirt. I let her tug it off, my hands finding the curves of her body.
I knew what I was doing was wrong. I knew what I was capable of. But at this moment, with Clover, none of it mattered. Maybe I could find a little peace on my road trip to hell.
Clover’s hands dragged down my chest as I pulled her even closer, my body throbbing with need. Her skin was soft and warm under my fingers, and I couldn’t get enough of the way she looked and felt.
Our mouths met in a hot, urgent kiss that left us both gasping for air. Clover’s hands roamed over my back, pulling me closer, and I gripped her hips tightly, lifting her up onto the RV’s side.
“God, this is a problem,” I whispered against her lips. “I shouldn’t have kissed you. That was averybad idea, Wildflower.”
A flicker of doubt crossed her expression. “I’m sorry it wasn’t up to your standards. I’m obviously not as experienced—”
I cut her off with another devouring kiss, nipping at her bottom lip until she moaned. Breaking the kiss, I shoved my leg between hers and smirked. “It was a bad idea because now I want more. In fact, there’s no way you’re getting away from me now.” I kissed her neck. I was being fucking serious. Now that I had a taste, I felt that obsessiveness spurring to life. I was already thinking about getting her naked. Getting her into my bed. Keeping her. Stealing her. “I’m going to have you, Wildflower. And there’s nothing you can do to stop me.”
Clover stiffened as she processed my declaration, and I could practically feel the adrenaline pumping through her veins. She was scared, but there was something else there too—a spark of desire that made my own pulse race faster.
I leaned in close again, my mouth hovering just inches from hers. “You’re not going anywhere,” I repeated, my voice low and husky. “You’re mine now, Wildflower.”
She swallowed hard, her hands still gripping me tightly. “You’re leaving. This is just . . . a fling,” she said, her voice shaking slightly. “Just some fun.”
I almost laughed. I’d had plenty of flings. Something about Clover demandedmore.
