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“I’ll be the judge of that,” he tells me.
“But I don’t even know your last name.”
His brows furrow, and he watches me through a quizzical stare. “Is that important?”
I nod, knowing I had a reason for wanting to know, remembering this morning I felt like it was some kind of big deal, only now it seems so irrelevant. “I . . . maybe. I’m not so sure anymore.”
He grins, his gaze softening. “It’s—” An insistent, thumping knock sounds through my apartment, cutting Alex off, and both our gazes snap toward the door. “Are you expecting anyone?”
I shake my head, unable to figure out why I suddenly feel on edge, and as I climb off Alex’s lap and watch him get up to answer the door, my hands start to shake. Perhaps it has something to do with Viper’s warning this morning, letting on that perhaps Crew wasn’t who I thought he was. But that leaves the question—who the fuck was he then?
Alex glances back at me as he makes his way across my apartment, but when the knocking sounds again followed by Nat’s demand to hurry up and open the damn door, I breathe out a sigh of relief. “You know this chick?” Alex confirms, his fingers hovering on the door handle.
“Yeah, my best friend, Nat,” I tell him. “If you don’t let her in, she’s just going to scale the side of the building and break in through my bedroom window.”
Alex laughs. “Shit. Wouldn’t the fire escape up to your living room window be easier?”
“You’d think,” I tell him. “But Nat doesn’t do anything the easy way.”
Alex smirks then twists the handle and pulls the door wide open. Nat steps forward, expecting to find me in front of her before pulling up short, her eyes going wide. Her gaze trails over him, clearly liking what she sees. “Well, hello, Mr. Sex On Legs,” she says before double-checking the number on the front of my door, making sure she’s barging into the right apartment. “Who the hell are you?”
I roll my eyes and force myself to my feet, bringing my comforter with me and wrapping it over my shoulders. “This is Alex,” I tell her, watching as her sharp gaze shifts to me. “He’s the neighbor I was telling you about.”
“Ahhh, yes. The big-dick energy dude who slams you up against walls and tells you he wants you to beg for it,” she says, assessing him all over again, this time looking at him in a new light, her brows arching with interest as a wicked smirk pulls across her lips. “I approve.”
“Uhhh . . . thanks,” Alex says, his gaze darting between me and Nat.
“What are you doing here?” I ask.
Her expression sobers, and just like that, I realize she knows. “I had a call from Big Jim,” she explains. “He told me what happened and thought you could use the company. Though if I knew you were already busy with your hot neighbor, maybe I would have waited an hour or two and let you get your rocks off first.”
I roll my eyes and walk into her, wrapping my arms around her in a tight hug, my comforter now around us both. “No rocks were getting off,” I tell her, barely able to manage a smile. “He wants me to die of sexual frustration, remember? But between you and me, I think he’ll cave first.”
“Ummm . . . You realize I’m still here?” Alex mutters, waving a hand to get our attention. “And for the record, I’m not caving, but we won’t need to wait long. You’ll be on your knees begging in no time.”
I can’t resist glancing toward him, a sultry smile spreading across my face. “That sounds like a challenge, Parkour,” I say. “You better not be starting something you can’t handle, because between the two of us, only one is going to be begging, and it ain’t gonna be me.”
Alex laughs and leans into me, his hand low on my back as he presses a kiss to my cheek. “Uh-huh. Whatever helps you sleep at night, Mace,” he says, pulling back, then with a wink that almost has me crumbling to my knees, he says, “Good luck reaching for your monster dildo tonight. I know you’re gonna need it.”
And with that, Alex strides out of my door, his rich, delicious laugh trailing behind him.
18
KYAH
Rollingoutofbed,I hold my breath as I creep across my room, peeking my head out into the living room and staring straight at the window, finding it open once again. It’s been a week since Crew was killed, and a week since I came home to find my window wide open.
At first, I was more than willing to shrug it off as nothing more than a coincidence, but when it happened the very next day, I knew this was something more. Now, every single morning, I’ve woken up to find the window wide open. The only question is, is this a neighbor playing some stupid joke, or is this something a little more sinister?
Letting out a heavy sigh, I grit my teeth before padding across my apartment, subtly looking around and staring into all of the dark corners, certain I’ll find someone staring back at me. Only there never is, and at this point, I’m about ready to scour the internet for a straitjacket. Surely I’m going insane, right? Because the only other option is that someone is coming into my apartment at night, and that shit doesn’t sit well with me.
Hell, I’d bet every dollar I have that it’s Viper. He can be a fucking weirdo like that. But what am I supposed to say?“Uhh, Hi, Mr. Viper, Sir. Would you possibly mind letting me know if you happen to turn into a psychopathic stalker every night and sneak into my apartment? Mmmkay, thanks.”Shit. He’d laugh in my face and then say some bullshit about being the Vice President of the Grim Reapers, and if he wanted to see me, he wouldn’t need to stoop to levels like stalking, he’d just kick my fucking door in and take me caveman style.
Crap. It really isn’t Viper.
A shiver sails down my spine, and I quickly grab the window and slide it back into place, making sure to lock it, just as I’ve done every other day this week, which has me wondering how the fuck it’s getting opened in the first place since it can only be unlocked from inside.
That thought sends another shiver down my spine.
