“Don’t act like you hate it,” I tease. “We both know you get hot and bothered when I let out my inner psycho.” Grabbing her close, our bodies fuse together. “Your inner psycho feeds off of it. Steady hand with a blade too. If you promise to kiss it after, you can slice into me all night.”
She sighs, exasperated with me. “What about my rotation? Dillion was the only senior resident in my clinics. It’s my last one, Hayes. They might reschedule me if they can’t find someone to replace him.”
“They won’t.” I covered my tracks. Briar sent in his resignation, offered up two replacements and I got rid of his car.
The new resident, a black woman with credentials a mile long, starts next week.
Chewing on her lip, I tilt her chin up. “Admit it, Collins. You love it when I do this kind of shit.”
“Love it?” She snorts. “I’m dripping right now.” My cock jerks at her admission. “But I’m not supposed to enjoy it. You’re not supposed to enjoy killing me for me. What happens when we’re old and gray? Keep killing me to spice up the bedroom?”
Just the fact she mentions still being with me when we’re old, fills my heart to the brim.
Tugging her by the back of the neck, I look down into her emerald eyes and smile wide. “I’ve never been a good man, baby. Ever. You want me to slaughter hundreds of men, give me the word. But when you talk about our future together, I want to drop to my knees right now and take you until you see all the galaxies.”
The smile she gives me could melt glaciers centuries old. “Don’t change the subject. We have to be smart. We can’t just keep disposing of bodies.”
“Understood.” She’s right, of course. It was impulsive. I’m usually better at this. “From now on, I’ll only kill after we talk about it.”
She rolls her eyes but the smile grows. She likes me at my worst—just like I love her at her most deranged.
“Collins?” someone calls to the left and I clamp a hand to keep her still.
Some pretty blond guy, with a very punchable face and broad shoulders stands there, perplexed. Dressed in a tailored tux, his hazel eyes look at me but drink in my fiancée, licking his bottom lip in want.
My promise to Collins goes out the window. If he doesn’t avert his eyes, he’ll be in pieces all over Boston.
“Mark, hi,” she says, smiling slightly. Her voice turns sugary sweet—docile even. I hate it.
That’s not my viper. That’s the mask of a perfect daughter and I won’t have it.
“Remember,” I murmur into her ear. “No more masks. No more hiding. Own that darkness, viper.”
She seems to hear, as she stands taller, spine straight, shoulders back. Dropping the perfect daughter, she becomes the real her.
“I haven’t seen you around,” he comments, swinging his glass. “I thought maybe you transferred.”
“In my last term?” she asks, brow quirking. Now she sounds like the woman who owns my heart. “No.”
I’ve seen kids like him. Perfect parents, perfect houses, handed everything in life. He doesn’t know what it’s like to plead for the pain to stop.
This is the type of guy Collins liked? I look him over again.Not much to admire.
“Then where have you been?”
She frowns. “Clinicals.”
“No study sessions?”
My arms turn hard like iron, locking Collins in close.
This is one of her library fucks?
I’m ready to snap his neck, but I place my lips on her temple and ask, “Friend?” I should get a damn prize for my control.
The douche holds out his hand. Like I’m going to shake it. “Mark Cooligan.”
“That’s nice.”
