“Fuck,” the man blubbered. Henley aimed at the other foot. “Fuck! I don’t know his name, okay? We don’t know names, I swear.”
Henley’s head tilted to the side. “I don’t believe you.” His finger pressed a little more on the trigger, spurring the man to speak.
“Okay! Okay. All I know is you have a-a watch of his family’s.” The man cried harder. Pathetic. “That’s all I know, I swear.”
Any normal person who hadn’t been studying Henley’s movements for the past week might have missed it, but I didn’t. His body went a fraction more rigid than before, his limbs seeming to freeze. The small act alone told me thatpiece of information had given away exactly who wanted him dead.
Henley stood, a perfect picture of composed rage. He lifted the gun, the man’s eyes tracking the movement. Then he pulled the trigger, and blood spurted everywhere.
“That’s for trying to choke her.”
He had shot him right in the throat.
Henley should have scared me at that moment. He should have sent me running the opposite way and leaving him to get the revenge he wanted, especially with his promise of killing me once this was done.
He knew who wanted him dead. That was my sole purpose of staying alive.
Slowly, he turned to face me, and I knew with certainty that my time had come.
He was done playing.
Chapter 17
Henley
Grace shot up from her chair, hands visibly shaking at her sides. “S-sit down.”
My head tilted the barest amount, watching her like a lion might its prey. “What’s wrong, little killer? Have I become your worst fear over the course of just a few days?”
Her eyelids shuttered, throat bobbing as her fingers tightened into fists to hide the tremors. She stepped away from the chair, forcing herself to stand a little taller. “I said sit.”
The corner of my mouth crooked up as I decided to entertain her. I was curious what a mouse like her would do with the thought of inescapable death moments away.
I crossed the space, keeping my gun in my grip. With my eyes on her, I lowered myself to the seat, reclining back with my legs spread.
She climbed on top of me, straddling my lap. I didn’t have to look where her hand disappeared to, as the telltalesound of her knife sliding from its thigh sheath filled the quiet room.
I exposed my neck farther for her viewing pleasure. “What’s your plan? To kill me first?”
She dragged the knife’s tip up my shirt, scratching the skin beneath as she went. When she reached the collar, she dug it into the soft spot at the base of my neck. A trickle slid down my chest, indicating she’d cut me. Not deep enough to kill me, though. Not yet.
She looked enraptured as her tongue lapped over her bottom lip, gaze homed in on the trail my blood made.
I gripped her hips, tapping my gun against the side of her ass to snap her out of her trance. “Careful, little killer.”
Slowly, her eyes lifted to mine, and she released some of her pressure on the blade. She brought it to my jaw, tilting my head back farther. “How much do you value your life?”
“Very little.” Keeping my gun on her hip, I used my other hand to slowly unbutton her shorts. She lifted herself just enough for me to know I could keep going. “How much do you value yours?”
“More than you.” Her breath hitched when I slid my hand along her clit. “My plants will die without me.”
“We wouldn’t want that, would we?” I watched her lips part as my fingers slid farther. Wetness seeped through the fabric of her panties, drenching my hand already. “Take your shorts off.”
To my surprise, she obeyed. She stood, shimmying her tiny shorts down her legs. As she was about to take her tights off, I rested the butt of the gun on my thigh and lazily pointed it at her. “Leave those on.”
A surge of fear seemed to course through her when sheglanced at my pistol. With her thigh-high tights and black panties still on, she resituated herself over my lap.
“You’re so obedient when you’re scared, Grace. Maybe I should threaten to kill you more often.”
