“I know I can.” She delivered a sincere smile then rested her head against my side.
“Good, now take your ass to sleep before I feel the need to slide up in you again. I’m starting to rethink this week thing. I don’t know if I can handle that. You ’bout to have me fucking up and making mistakes because I’m rushing through shit just so I can get you home again.”
“Don’t say that.”
“Say what? I mean it.” I chuckled and closed my eyes.
“Don’t say you’ll make mistakes. You don’t have to tell me what you’re doing, but I still know. If you make mistakes, that means I could lose you, so don’t.”
I lifted my head from my pillow and looked down at her. Sophie’s expression was worried and I didn’t like that. She didn’t need to be worried about me.
“Go to sleep, Sophie. I will never make those types of mistakes and you won’t lose me. That’s one promise I can and will make.”
It took her a minute, but she relaxed a little before she settled in again. She didn’t speak on it again, but shortly after, she snored lightly, so she was good for now. I had no intention of slipping up, but I also had to be careful. One wrong move and I could lose my life or end up in prison. Neither of those would work.
While she slept, I planned. I had a list of lives I would take and wouldn’t let up until I handled every single one. After that,I planned to bring my baby home and prepare for my shorty to arrive. After that, nothing else mattered.
Three days later
“This is torture,” Sophie whined.
I chuckled at how bratty she was being, but I already expected that.
Me, Los, and Story flew out there with them, stayed one day, then headed back, leaving the girls there. From the second I walked out, Sophie had called me damn near every hour, talking about how miserable she was and how much she missed me. She had only been by herself for one day.
“Baby, it’s not torture. You're on an island, in a cottage that walks out onto the beach. It’s beautiful there and you have your mother and your best friend with you. How is it torture?”
“’Cause, I’m horny and I can’t sleep without you next to me.”
I smirked at her confession. I missed sliding into her too, but my priorities kept me from thinking about it. Killing and pussy just didn't need to be in the same thought and right now my mind was on handling business.
“So handle it then. I know you took that little ass vibrator with you.”
“Shut up. I had to do something, but it’s not you and you know it.”
“You damn right I know it. Don’t nothing compare to the way I handle your body. You ain't got to tell me, shit, I already know from the way you be whimpering and crying when I be up in that pussy.” I had to do an adjustment to accommodate the swell taking place in my jeans. Just the thought of being with Sophie had me bricked up.
“That’s really not helping.” She pouted about me reminding her just how good I made her feel.
“You’ll be alright, but I have to go. Call me later and I’ll help you work things out.”
“How?”
“You can FaceTime me and I’ll guide you while you handle business.”
She sucked her teeth and I laughed. “That won’t help.”
“Yes the fuck it will. I know what you like, so I’ll give you step by step instructions. I mean, that little ass shit you got with you ain't gon’ feel the same, but it might do the trick until you get home. I have to go though.”
As soon as I laid eyes on my target, my mind was back to business.
“Trooper?” Sophie whined.
“Baby, I love you, but I have to go.”
I didn’t even wait for her to respond, and I’d hear about it later, but right now I had more important shit to do. I watched him slip into his car and pull off before I started mine and followed. Just seeing his ass had the veins in my neck pulsing.
Knowing William had paid someone to put their hands on Sophie made me more than willing to take his life, but more than that, I wanted the muthafuckers who’d actually done it. Today, I was about to handle the first one, thanks to the information Willis had given me.
