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Kissing the Killer(11)


She nodded and sighed. “Dad never let me. Plus, I don’t know anybody outside the city.”

“Come on,” I said, holding my hand out to her. “Let’s get some breakfast.”

She stared up at me with those fucking beautiful eyes. “You don’t own me,” she said. “Just because I didn’t run away doesn’t mean you own me.”

“Okay,” I said. “How about we have this discussion somewhere less public?”

She pushed herself up from the floor, ignoring my outstretched hand. She looked even smaller in the daylight, her thick figure, full ass, and perfect tits still gorgeous even covered by my oversized clothes.

“Lead the way, killer,” she said.

I laughed and climbed the steps. I heard her following close behind.

Once we were in the apartment, I shut the door and locked it. “Sit,” I said, nodding at the kitchen table.

She sat down. “Dismal place,” she said. “I didn’t notice last night, but did you just move in or something?”

I laughed. “Nah. Been here for a while.”

“Why’s it so empty?”

“I don’t spend much time in here.” I went into the kitchen and began to root around for some food. “You’re probably used to that disgusting mess your dad made in your old house.”

“I hated that,” she said, “but he just kept bringing shit home. I couldn’t stop it, so I mostly stayed in my own room when I was home.”

“How does someone get like that?”

She was silent for a minute as I put some coffee on and then began making eggs. It was pretty much all I had, anyway. I was going to have to get some more food if Emma was going to stay here.

“Happened slowly,” she said. “After my mom died, he just fell apart.”

“Sounds like what happened with my mom,” I commented, not thinking about it, “except my dad ran out on her, and she decided a slow suicide by drinking was the way to go.”

“My mom died from cigarettes.”

“Looks like we have a lot in common, a tragic fucking past and a fucked-up present.”

“At least you’re not a prisoner.”

I grinned at her. “Do prisoners get fucking eggs cooked for them plus free coffee?”

“Yeah,” she said. “They feed you in prison.”

I couldn’t help but laugh. “Well, this will be better than prison food.”

“I doubt it.”

She dropped back into a sullen silence, and I couldn’t help but glance at her as I cooked. She was looking out the window, a frown on her face. I couldn’t blame the girl for being upset, what with everything going down the fucking way it did.

I finished cooking, poured two mugs of coffee, and sat down across from her, putting the plates down. “Dig in,” I said.

She picked at the eggs, but she drank the coffee.

“What do we do from here?” she asked finally.

“What do you mean?”

“Well, aren’t you supposed to show them my corpse or something?”

I nodded. “Yeah, I am.”

“Seeing as how you say you won’t kill me, that sounds like a problem.”

“We have time,” I said.

“How long?”

I shrugged. “A few days.”

“Not much time.”

“I’ll work it out. Trust me, girl, I’ve been in worse situations.”

“Have you?” She leaned back in her chair. “I haven’t. Actually, this is the most fucked-up situation I’ve ever been in.”

“Fair point.” I sipped my coffee. “You always this pissed off?”

“Only when I’m stuck eating breakfast with my father’s killer.”

“Don’t act like you miss that abusive fucking bastard.”

“I don’t,” she said. “If I could walk away from this right now, I’d thank you. Unfortunately, I’m stuck with you.”

“I saw the way you looked at me,” I said, smirking at her. “Last night when I took my shirt off. It’s not so bad, being stuck with me.”

“You cocky asshole.”

“Step down off your pedestal, girl. I saved your damn life, and I’m trying to figure out a way to keep us both alive.”

She was silent for a second, chewing her lip. Finally, she sighed and seemed to relax. “Okay,” she said. “I get it. You saved my life.”

“I didn’t put you in that house. I just didn’t pull the fucking trigger like I was supposed to.”

“I’m not going to thank you.”

“I’m not asking you to. Just quit looking at me like you want to stab a knife in my throat.”

A small smile softened her hard expression. “I’m not looking at you like that.”