I chuckle and refocus on my task. “I don’t kill people every day, Zilphia.” As an afterthought, I add, “I would if necessity called for it, though.”
“But why kill people at all?” she asks me. “Why not just do this? You’re obviously really good at it.”
It’s my turn to shrug. “I’m really good at killing too, and some people need killing.” I spread my arms in a wide arc. “Call me Mr. Jack-of-all-Trades. I paint during the day and blow motherfucker’s brains out at night.”
She scoffs. “And who decides who lives and who dies?”
“Zeus, of course,” I answer her.
“And who made him judge, jury, and executioner?” I hear the loathing in her voice. She thinks my old man is dirt. Zeus isno angel, that’s true enough, but he isn’t all bad either. He does a lot of good too.
“Get off your high horse, Joan of Arc,” I retort, moving my gaze to the black flames painted on the hood of the car. “Every asshole I kill deserves it ten times over.”
“Why does it have to be you?” she questions, refusing to drop the subject. “Can’t someone else do it?”
“Nah, I like killing.” I saunter across the garage and come to a stop several inches in front of her. “If you thought I spent my days killing people, why’d you beg to come to work with me? Looking to learn the trade?”
“Of course not!” she exclaims. “It didn’t cross my mind at the time. I just didn’t want to be handcuffed to the bed.”
I reach a hand out and coast a thumb over her delectable lips, recalling how they stretched so beautifully around my cock this morning. “Why do you care that I kill people?” I raise an eyebrow at her. “Concerned for my soul, Zilphia?”
She gasps, her gaze widening on the bulge growing in my denim jeans. “Don’t you ever get tired of having sex?”
I laugh out loud. “What twenty-one-year-old male gets tired of sex?” I ask, stepping closer to her. “Do you hate my fucking that much?”
I shouldn’t care whether she hates it or not. Her pussy is my property to do with as I damn well please—but I do care. I want her to crave the feel of my dick moving inside her wet, warm depths. Ineedher to crave my touch. Ineedher to be addicted to me.
“It’s amazing most times,” she whispers, averting her gaze. “Sometimes you’re too rough and I bleed.”
“Good.” I grab her hand and press it into my erection. “I like your blood on my dick.”
“Hey, hot stuff!” A familiar voice intrudes on our intimate moment, instantly raising my hackles. “Are you free tonight? I’ve been missing…” Ivy’s smile falters when she spots Zilphia. I took her to pound town once, and she’s been on my nuts ever since. I thought about slinging some more dick her way, but she became too damn clingy for my liking. “Oh, she still around?”
“Yeah,sheis,” Zilphia snaps, glaring daggers at her. Do I detect a hint of jealousy? Only one way to find out.
“For now, but the clock is ticking,” I lie. My dick doesn’t get hard for other women anymore. “Where’s my hug?”
Ivy sprints across the concrete floor and launches herself into my arms. I slide my hands to her ass and squeeze, never taking my eyes off Zilphia. The dark scowl on her face confirms what I already suspected—she’s jealous.
She leaps to her feet. “What the hell, Sandman?”
I place Ivy on her platform heels and press a lingering kiss on her neck. “I’ll meet you at the clubhouse at eight. Wear something sexy.”
“Anything for you, baby,” she purrs, shooting Zilphia a triumphant smirk before sashaying out of the garage.
“Tell me you’re not going to fuck that skank,” Zilphia demands, balling her fists at her sides.
I brush past her and enter the lobby area. “Camaro’s done,” I inform the purple-haired girl sitting behind the reception desk.
“Okay,” she chirps, picking up the receiver. “I’ll give Mr. Simmons a call and let him know.”
I continue to my office with a fuming Zilphia on my heels. “Answer me!” she yells, slamming the door shut behind her.
I take my sweet time settling behind my desk, just to piss her off a little more. “What I do doesn’t concern you.”
She rips off the respirator mask and launches it at me. I duck, and it smashes into the window behind me, shattering the glass. “So you can fuck any skank you want, but I can’t even look at another guy?”
“That is correct.” I lean forward, steepling my fingers together. “Unless you want him to lose his head.”
