“But I seemed to have handled that well.”She gestured to the door behind her.“So, I mean, while I’m not the best, obviously, I could learn a lot, but I’m no slouch.”
“What are you saying?”he finally asked.
Her eyes glittered, and his heart swelled.She was adorable.
His cock twitched.There was nothing more attractive than how excited she looked in that moment.It was almost as hot as when she was covered in blood in her clown costume.
Damn.There was definitely something wrong with Fink.
No fucking shit.
“Do you think I could do what you do?”
He opened his mouth to respond, but she didn’t give him a chance.
“I could be good at it.”Her smile grew as she spoke.“I keep waiting to feel bad about Mitchell, but I don’t.”
A lack of remorse was helpful in his line of work.
“If anything, I’m over the moon.”
“What?”Another oddity about her he found charming.
“There are very few people who can do what I did.It was invigorating.”She practically vibrated before him.“I want to do it again.Not to Mitchell, obviously, but to other bad people.”
“So, you’re going to be a vigilante?”he asked.
She scoffed and slapped his chest playfully.“No.I have bills to pay.We can be partners.”
He laughed, shaking his head.“I work alone.”
“Not anymore,” she said defiantly.
“Excuse me?”He’d walked right into that one.This woman was a master at controlling narratives.He had to step up his game and pay more attention.
“As of last night, you’ve got, at the very least, a sidekick.”
Where did she find the balls?Her bravado shouldn’t be this much of a turn-on.
“We get along well together.I’m pretty sure I have a lot to learn, but you could teach me.”
He opened his mouth to protest.
“I want to do what you do.”
He would say it wasn’t for everyone, but that seemed moot.She had already proved she could kill without a conscience once.She didn’t like her boss.Would it be the same with a person with whom she didn’t have a history?“What makes you think you could repeat that performance?”
“Why wouldn’t I?”she challenged.
Her confidence had his dick rock-hard.She did it for him.
“You knew Grant,” he tried.
She waved a hand, brushing it off.“Then shouldn’t I feelbad?I mean, I worked for the guy for a year.While he was a tremendous dickhead, I never thought aboutkillinghim until the opportunity presented itself.”
He pointed a finger.“See!You don’t think like a killer.”
“Then teach me how to.”
