I glance around and spot a store. “Wait here, lightweight.”
A few minutes later, she’s sipping a ginger ale as we walk back to the apartment. She’s still pale, but hasn’t puked yet, so that’s a bonus.
My phone vibrates.
ASHER: I can’t find it. Where are you?
ME: On our way back. Your girl is a lightweight.
Ella suddenly stops, hands on her stomach, and groans. “I do not feel good.”
I’m about to tease her again when I glance toward the building, and my entire body freezes.
A hangover is about to be the least of our problems.
Chapter 18
Asher
Iswear under my breath. I’ve checked everywhere, but after almost two hours of searching I still haven’t found the hard drive.
My phone starts ringing. I answer quickly.
“Are you back?” I ask.
“How are you, you sexy thing?” Gable asks cheerily.
My body chills. I’m stuck to the spot, frozen by fear, and hoping to Christ I heard Gable wrong. That’s a code. A code that means serious fucking trouble.
“Are you fucking with me?” I whisper.
Gable’s lets out a fake laugh. “Nope!”
“Are you with Ella?”
“Yep!”
“And Monty is there?”
“Yep!” Gable laughs again. “Slow down, Ella!”
I hear Ella groan and whimper, “I need to go home and puke! And why do you keep laughing like a freak?”
“Puke?” I ask. “What did you do to her?”
Gable must have moved away from Ella because hisvoice becomes hushed and panicked. “Fuck that; what do we do aboutMonty?”
Monty, another contract killer, is beautiful, deadly, and scary as hell. I’m not sure what her real name is; she’d earned the title Monty after she’d been stark naked one night and caught three men breaking into her apartment. She’d killed them all, quickly, efficiently, and said she hadn't grabbed her robe because “she didn’t have time to be shy.” She’s as close to a black widow as you can get, so Gable and I made a promise to each other never to go near her—and definitely to never have sex with her.
So naturally, we’ve both slept with her at least once.
That would be fine, but Monty is a little interested in me. And by a little, I mean totally head-over-heels, obsessively in love with me. The last time I rejected her, she stabbed me with a fork. And the last woman I slept with hasn’t been seen since. Which means Ella, innocent, puking Ella, is in danger.
I walk as casually as I can past the living room camera, and the moment I’m in the hallway, I launch into a run. By the time I make it downstairs, Ella and Gable are in the lobby.
When Ella sees me, she whimpers and wraps her arms around my waist.
“Gable gave me tequila.”
