Page 23 of Where Sinners Repent

Kai is in the living room; eyes latched on the front door. I frown when I see those arms covered in a long T-shirt today, hands covered in fingerless leather gloves. Still, he’s mouthwatering.

Why does he have to look like that? Seriously. He’s gorgeous. It’s a fucking shame he’s a violent, bloodthirsty asshole.

That leather vest hugging his firm body and the cargo pants wrapped around thick muscular thighs should not still do things to me, after what he did yesterday.

My core gives a needy throb that reminds me how sore I am. It just makes me want more. I shouldn’t want more.

His eyes flick to me, and instead of fidgeting and look away, I stride up to him and tap his chest with Kitty.

“Morning, Sunshine,” I drawl, with a smirk.

Slowly, his eyes slide down my body.

I let him. Let him see that I’m not scared.

Or at least, let him think I’m not.

His gaze is as unreadable as ever, crawling down my throat and over my boobs to the platform boots before dragging back to my face. I square my shoulders, waiting for appreciation of my perfect tits that never comes. Not a flicker of reaction.

Frowning, I cross my arms.

“Oh my God, shush!” I sigh petulantly, tilting my head. “Do you ever shut up! I’m struggling to keep up.”

He gives me a single blink. It makes me grin up at him.

“One day I’ll make you smile, Sunshine.”

“Where are you going?” The deep, gravelly voice catches me off guard.

“Work,” I smile, patting him on the chest. “And I guess you’re my lift. Maybe I could get used to this whole bodyguard thing.”

Sauntering away, my short denim shorts swaying with each step, I feel him fall in step behind me. Yeah, I could get used to this.

The dark truck waits for me, all tinted windows and tires bigger than a small car.

“I thought you lot rode motorbikes,” I wonder out loud, getting comfy in the huge passenger seat.

Tinkering with the buttons, I press one that immediately heats up my seat. I gasp, laughing at the feeling. Like a cat in the sun, I crank it right up.

The truck roars to life.

I swear to God, if there is a dead body still on that floor, I might officially lose my marbles.

Reaching for the visor mirror, I poke my tongue out. The cut is almost non-existent. Just a faint line marking the pink flesh.

Glancing at him sidelong, I chew on my bottom lip.

“Kai,” I murmur, finally feeling nervous. His eyes stay on the road. “What happened to the... body?” I say, whispering the last word as if someone might hear.

“It’s gone,” is all he gives me.

Gone.

A relieved sigh empties my lungs, my shoulders dropping.

The city buzzes around us, shops beginning to open and people making their way to work. It feels normal.

If only they knew nothing was normal in this city.