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“You’ve been toying with her, and she doesn’t know it’s you,” he says. “She came to me the other day and accused me of sending her texts.”
I smirk right through the gunfire. “Did she now …”
“You like this, don’t you?” he asks, peering at her while she throws the knife the guard threw right back at him. “I have to say … she has moves.” He licks his lips, biting the bottom one, and I narrow my eyes. “I get why you didn’t kill her and made her come hard instead.”
I pull my gun and point it right at Milo’s face. “You’ve been watching me?”
He merely smiles into the barrel. “You should be glad I didn’t tell her you hung a camera in her room.”
“You broke into my laptop,” I say.
CLICK.
The safety is off now, along with my sanity.
“Did you tell Nathan?”
Milo tilts his head at me. “I haven’t told him. He found out by himself.”
My nostrils flare.
“Relax. He doesn’t know she’s the killer kitty,” he muses, walking closer and closer until his cheek rests on the barrel. “That’s our little secret.”
I lower my gun. “I get how you’re able to spin Nathan around your finger now.”
He grins. “I just want what you want.”
“And what’s that?”
He turns to look over the wooden banister at Lana bashing the guard’s head in with her heels. He’s lost quite a lot of blood, but it seems he’s still breathing and groaning.
“Her. But you knew that already.”
“Two guys using one girl?” I scoff. I thought he was joking before, but I guess I was wrong.
“She can take it,” he muses, gripping the banister like watching her fight gives him life.
Suddenly, her eyes jerk up to meet mine, and I know she’s spotted us.
Her face is an eclectic combination of rage and passion, the kind I’d kill for.
BANG!
I lean away, and Milo and I look at the bullet that just penetrated the wall behind us.
BANG! BANG! BANG!
“Wow …” he murmurs. “I love her already.”
Her gun goes off but misses, and the bullet fires into the pillar beside us.
I lick my top lip. “You’ll love her even more after you’ve had a taste.”
She aims again, so we both sidestep and hide behind the pillar until she finishes shooting her rounds. When it’s gone quiet, Milo pulls out his knife and jumps down the banister, sticking the knife into the thick curtains to the side to slide down, cutting through the fabric when he gets to the floor.
“Well, hello there, Lana …” Milo muses.
I watch from above, curious about what he’s going to do.
