I needed to make myself unkillable.
Feed him.
Buy time.
Earn trust.
Fuck him if he'd let me.
Maybe negotiate.
Maybe if I played him right, he'd let me go.
If he trusted me to disappear and not cause trouble.
Chapter Eleven— Vinny
I knew something was off before I even unlocked the door.
I could smell bleach and spices from the other side. I walked into my house slowly, my hand at my waistband where my gun stayed holstered.
The living room was spotless.
The couch was straightened.
The floor had been vacuumed.
Shit had been dusted.
She'd even organized the stack of old unpaid bills on the coffee table.
My place hadn't been this clean in years.
I stepped into the kitchen and found Jamie at the stove.
Barefoot and naked.
I had never met a woman so secure in her own body.
My hands flexed at my sides, fingers curling tight like I needed something to hold on to.
My eyes traced over her flawless skin, over the curve of her hips, down to her perfectly round ass.
She had the type of body that looked like it had been sculpted for sin.
Heat slid down my spine, settling low.
I shifted, adjusting my dick without thinking.
I swallowed hard, but it didn't help.
My throat stayed tight.
She moved like she knew I was watching—slow, easy, hips rolling as she stirred whatever was in the damn pot.
She glanced over her shoulder.
No fear, no shock in her eyes.
