“This isn’t a television show, poison.”
“So, that’s not what you’re called, but that’s what you do?”
I turn, pinning her with a glare. “I’m not at liberty to discuss my position.”
It’s not denial.
Seems it’s enough of an answer for her, though.
“So, you’re not a serial killer. You work for someone.” She seems like she’s reasoning things out aloud for her own purposes, so I remain silent. “What the fuck have I gotten myself into?”
I turn to leave the room when I hear her gasp.
“Wait. Then, why were you out there that night on the road? Which one of us were you tasked to kill?”
Smart little fiend.
“Don’t worry over the past, poison. Not when the present is trying to kill you.”
She swallows. “So, you were supposed to kill someone that—” She stops, her eyes narrowing. “Allison’s father is the state senator.”
Shit, she’s a lot smarter than I thought she was. She’s making herself a bigger liability the more she says.
“He was murdered two months after the accident.”
“That wasn’t me.” That much I can admit.
“No. It wouldn’t have been, would it? You were injured.”
“Reborn, I like to say.” Tossing her a wink, I leave the room as she reels from all the information.
Her soft footsteps behind me are quick to follow.
I can’t hide my giddy grin as I push into the surveillance room at the back of the cabin and begin pulling the feed from earlier at Greer’s.
When I saw Helms at her door, I didn’t stick around to see what happened next.
I sped to her as fast as I could.
It warmed my fucking insides to get a text from her. She showed her hand.
She needs me.
More than that, she might want me.
Joe was right. I’m getting too fucking entangled in her. I can’t think straight.
But Helms made her a part of this when he knocked on her fucking door and stepped inside.
I was stealthy when I brought her back here, using my alternate routes, watching for anyone following me, all the typical shit I do on the daily.
He’ll be watching her house. It won’t be long before he realizes I took my precious, deadly girl back to keep her safe.
Greer drops into my lap, forcing me to enclose my arms around her to use the keys and mouse, and my dick instantly hardens.
“You do have sound on all of the cameras,” she says as she listens to Helms argue his way into her house.
“I do,” I whisper into her ear, no longer focused on the feed before us but the way her body responds. The way her breathing changes. The way she nuzzles her face closer to mine as I lick the outer edge of her ear.
