“Scared of what?” I ask.
“Scared of how far I’ll go.” He sighs. “And that it won’t ever be enough.”
I nod a few times. “Understandable. After all, a woman of her caliber can never be pleased by just a single subby boy.”
He narrows his eyes at me. “Do not call me that again, or I swear to God …”
I chuckle. “I thought you liked being her toy?”
His nostrils flare.
“You’re not the only one she turned into a willing slut,” I muse.
“Get to your point.”
“You were a virgin before she got her claws in you. It’s only natural to be a little scared.”
He sucks in a deep breath and sighs out loud. “She’s a bit terrifying.”
I laugh. “Just a bit?”
He smiles at me, and it warms my heart, even if I know it’ll only last briefly. It matters.
“I’ve killed for her,” he says.
“Yes, you did. And it probably won’t be the last time.”
“She has a list,” he mutters.
I narrow my eyes at him. This is new information. “Where?”
“Her phone.”
“You mean like a hit list? How do you know?”
“Because I snuck into her room and took a picture.”
My pupils dilate, and my jaw drops. “Wow. Living on the edge.”
“What?” He eyes me like it isn’t completely wild that he tried to rob a serial killer of her prized possession. “I just needed to know.”
“Obsessive. I like it.”
“It’s how I got in trouble in the first place. I tried to help, and it backfired because I fucked up.” He shakes his head. “I wonder if I’ll ever be able to make her happy.”
I sit down beside him. “Maybe we can.”
He glances at me. “How?”
I grin. “You have a list of all the men she wants dead. I say we help her out a little.”
His eyes narrow. “You truly have a death wish.”
“And proud of it.”
“She told me she doesn’t—”
“If we don’t mess it up, wecanhelp her. Together.”
