He screams as he falls, and it’s followed by a dull crunch.
I look down at the body, watching as the blood spreads around his head.
When I’ve looked my fill, I walk back over to the notepad, rip off the letter and rest it under the empty vodka bottle. Then I shoulder my bag and leave the roof.
When I get to my office, I check the cameras in the building, making sure none were working in the hallway where Hilman and I were.
Once I’m sure they didn’t pick anything up, I turn off the loop I set up, gather my things, and head out.
I put on the performance of a lifetime when I find Hilman’s body and call the authorities. Blood drips from my hands from when the operator told me to try CPR, even after I told her I checked his pulse and didn’t feel anything.
Two hours later, I’m released, but not before getting the number for a trauma counselor.
When I get home, I go to my room to find Luca in the middle of my bed, soft snores leaving his lips.
I want to go to him now; I want to tell him I love him, to take him slowly and sweetly so he knows he’ll always be cherished, no matter what.
But before that, I need to wash the smell of murder from my limbs.
I duck my head under the shower spray, thinking about what I’ve just done. After shit went down with Crista and her ex, I wondered if I would have been able to kill her, if I would have been strong enough to handle it. I’ve always had a temper, but murder was something different.
Now that I’ve done it, I feel nothing. Hilman can’t hurt anyone else, least of all my Luca.
Luca deserves to feel safe and protected. Now that he has me, now that helovesme, I’ll be the person who always makes him feel that way.
Hilman had to fucking go. Now that he’s dead, Luca will never have to worry again.
When I’m clean—my hands free of blood—I climb from the shower and sling a towel around my waist. Luca is still fast asleep, a small lump in the middle of my bed.
My heart clenches at seeing him there. This is where he belongs, in my bed, in my home.With me.
Dropping the towel, I crawl onto the bed, dragging the blanket down. Luca is lying on his side, curled around one of my pillows. He’s wearing one of my shirts, the material swimming around him. I’ve never seen anything so fucking beautiful.
“Little lamb,” I whisper as I turn him to his back.
He blinks his eyes open slowly, then smiles lazily when he sees me. “Mad. Hey. You’re back late.” He spreads his legs so I can nestle between them. I gasp when I come into contact with naked skin.
Swallowing thickly, I say, “I got caught up at work. Sorry I’m late.”
“Never too late,” he mutters, still smiling.
I bend and kiss him softly, resting gently against him. Luca’s dick thickens against mine and he moves his hips to get friction.
Sliding my hand under his shirt, I rub a thumb over his nipple, smiling when he gasps. “I missed you, little lamb.”
“Missed you too. Please Mad, I need you.”
“I’ll take care of you, baby. Let me kiss you more. I can’t get enough of your mouth.”
Luca tips up his chin and I take his lips in a slow, languid kiss. His soft whimper makes my heart race, his hands on my back urging me on, making me feel more alive than I ever have.
Breaking the kiss, I trail my lips to his neck, lapping and nipping at him. Since we started this thing between us, I’ve had to fight to keep my marks off him, not wanting anyone to ask questions.
Now, I want the world to know that he’s mine, that my lips on him gave him these marks.
Luca moans loudly, his fingers rough in my hair as he holds my head in place.
I keep up my thumbing over his nipple, alternating until they’re both hard buds, begging for my mouth.
