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“I didn’t like you then,” I say. “So who was I to care if you fell.”
“So, you like me now?”
“You’re fuckable. Or have you forgotten?” I slide my hand up her towel and touch her pussy.
“No. No way. I’m sore.” She pushes my hand away. “Shoo.”
I chuckle as I pull my hand away.
“Why was your hand bloody?” she asks, running her finger over the hand that rests on her stomach.
“I’ve learned some things I’m not happy about,” I reply.
“Do you want to share?”
“If I tell you and you leave me or share the information, I will kill you.”
“Okay, best not to then.” She nods in agreement.
I pull my hand away and look up at the ceiling, silently thinking.
Before I got home, I went to see Pops, and he lied to my face. I asked him if he knew why the last hit was taken, and he gave me the same story as before.
He lied.
He was paying back a favor.
But I think that favor was his own.
A cover-up.
He was mad, furious, that I was even questioning him. It’s not something any of us have done previously. We’ve always trusted his judgment, and maybe we shouldn’t have.
We’re no angels, far from it, and I’m sure there is a special place in hell for us, but right now, we aren’t there.
Pops asked me if I wanted to stop. Said he would stop giving me jobs for a while. That I most likely simply needed a break.
It’s interesting because before I found out his dirty little secret, he would be mad as hell at me for wanting to stop, but now he’s offering a choice.
Which makes me believe he’s hiding something more.
But what?
“I can hear you thinking,” she mumbles, her eyes closed and half asleep. She reaches out and places her hand on my bare chest then taps it with her fingertips before she settles her hand flat on me. “Time for sleep. I have work tomorrow, and I would hate to tell them I’m late because I have a sore ass.” I laugh and soon hear a small snore leave her mouth. Turning to my side, I watch her, then fall asleep with the shape of her face behind my eyelids.
And I wonder, Can I kill her husband without her knowing?
Sixteen
Kalilah
When I wake, Kyson is not in bed.
My ass is stinging, but I had an amazing sleep. The door opens, and Nancy quietly enters. She’s careful not to turn on the light, but I see her kind smile anyway.
“Mr. Hunter asked that I wake you if you didn’t wake in time. You have work soon.”
“Thanks, Nancy.” She stands there for a moment, and I know she’s dying to say something else. “What do you want to know, Nancy? Just ask me… I’m not him.”
