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“I’ll get a suite then. Best room they have on offer.” He gets out, beaming like he’s excited to have a sleepover.
The man’s an absolute maniac.
But there’s something about him. Even if this situation reeks of big, shady forces, Lanzo makes me feel weirdly safe.
I believe him when he says nobody will hurt me while he’s around.
It’s his aura of competence, his self-assurance, his confidence. And yes, it’s the way he looks at me like he wants to devour me, that doesn’t hurt.
I follow him into the hotel, even though I’m very sure I’m going to regret this.
Chapter4
Lanzo
Iwasn’t kidding about the suite. It’s way overpriced for what it is, but at least there’s plenty of space. Ren storms into the room ahead of me, glaring around like she wants to light the place on fire.
She’s a little spitball. Short but curvy. Gorgeous figure, full lips, thick brown hair that falls in heavy ringlets.
Exactly my type.
I felt it the second I walked into that motel room. The bizarre spark between us. Normally, I’d ignore a thing like that, but despite the situation, Ren kept her head up. She pushed onward, even tried to drag some information out of me, and that’s impressive.
Most people, they’d crumple and freak out.
Ren’s not like most people, which fascinates me.
“Not a bad couch, all things considered,” I say, sitting down with a sigh. “Definitely slept in worse places.”
She eyes me. “Don’t you have stuff? Like clothes?”
“It’s all in the truck.”
“Where did you keep it? I didn’t see—Actually, don’t tell me, I don’t want to know.”
She’s right, she doesn’t, since poor dead Peirce was lying on top of my bag. Which is fine, he was wrapped in sheets, but most people wouldn’t be happy about placing a corpse on top of their things. Personally, it’s not the first time a dead body got all over my stuff, and it probably won’t be the last.
Ren walks to the bedroom door. She flips on the light, looking around, but doesn’t go inside. I watch her, unable to stop—it’s like an obsession, my fascination with her. What kind of girl would take a job with a shady bastard like Dimitry, much less be willing to get rid of a body for him?
A desperate one, I’d wager.
But what’s she so desperate about? And how’s she so able to do hard things, even repulsive things? In all my time traveling through dangerous shitshow places, I’ve met maybe a handful of people like that—able to shut down and soldier through.
Ren’s got it in her, but I’m not sure she knows it yet.
“You said you could keep me safe if I stuck with you.” She turns back, looking at me from the bedroom door. “Does that mean I’m not safe if I don’t?”
I tilt my head to the side. The girl asks too many questions. “Yes, it does.”
“That’s convenient. How am I supposed to know this isn’t some elaborate human trafficking thing?”
“You’ve got one hell of an imagination.”
“After what we did tonight, can you really say it’s a stretch?”
“Fair point, but no, I’m not planning on trafficking you. That’s not my style.”
“Whatisyour style then?”
