Page 32 of Deadly Sweet

Savannah

We’re in a bit of astare off, no one speaking. I think they're in shock.

It’s kind of an awkward moment.Do I speak first? Do I keep standing here? I’m not going to run, because then they would call the cops, and it would become a whole thing.

“So, lovely night, am I right?” I say slowly, rocking forwards and backwards, hands slipping into the pockets of my dress. I wrap my hand around the handle of my knife, ready in case I need to use it. “Good night for a walk.”

They look at each other, and the one with dark brown hair—who looks like he could toss you around the room like a rag doll—cocks a brow. “Is that a... body?”

“A body?” I play dumb and look around. “I don’t see anybody.”

“It’s right at your feet,” he says slowly, pointing to the guy on the ground.

I look down at Rodney’s body and inwardly groan.Listen, if there was ever a time for magic to be real, right now would have been nice. Couldn’t someone have done me a solid and poofed his body out of existence?“Oh him.” I blow out a breath, waving a hand in a dismissive way. “He’s just had one too many drinks.” I laugh, raising my hand to make a drinking motion. “Real boozer, this one. Can’t handle his liquor. I was just helping him out to my car to give him a ride home.”

The guys don’t look convinced. Why the fuck not? I think I sounded pretty convincing. I mean, apart from the fact that his face is a mangled mess, it could have very much been true.

Another guy with black hair and a leather jacket sighs heavily. “It’s supposed to be my night off. Now I have to deal with this?” I watch as he reaches behind his back and pulls out a gun.

Ah fuck. This man is a cop. That's it. I’m dead. I’m totally fucked.

No, Savvy, we don’t give up, okay. Think fast. We can get out of this.

The guy starts walking towards me. “Hands where I can see them,” he commands.

Alright, Savvy, time to play the innocent Omega card. Time for these big baby blues to come in handy.

Doing as I’m told, I reluctantly let go of my blade and slowly pull my hands out of my pockets, holding them over my head. If he gets close enough, I can quickly get to my blade if need be and stab him in the neck.

Licking my lips, I let my lower lip tremble, forcing my eyes to fill with tears. “It’s not what it looks like, Officer. I swear.” I lay it on thick. “He was a bad, bad man. I didn’t do anything.”

He looks me over like he doesn’t believe me, then down at the man on the ground. “Fucking hell. What happened to his face?”

“He was shit at sucking dick, that's what,” I mutter under my breath, dropping the act for a second before I slip back into character.Okay, so maybe acting isn’t my strongest suit, but sue me for not finding time for acting lessons while being locked up.

I’m not wrong. The pussy couldn’t even handle a blade.

I bet this man could. He would look so pretty in red.

The closer he gets, the better look I get of him.Fucking hell, this man is so damn fine.

The wind blows softly towards me, and I moan. The strong scent of sandalwood and leather swirls around in my nose. It’s so strong that it has my clit pulsing, belly cramping, and...did I piss myself?

I have no idea what the fuck is going on, but I feel the whole world spin.If I were to ask nicely, do you think he would forget about the dead body and fuck me against the wall?The officer stops and tilts his head to the side. “Did you just moan? Are you okay?”

“Okay?” I laugh, clamping my thighs together as I try not to sway on my feet.What the fuck is going on with me right now?“Depends. Am I okay if I have the urge to shove you to the ground, rip your pants down, and ride your dick like it’s my own personal dildo?”

There’s cursing coming from behind him; a fewfucking hellsand awhat the fuck?

The officer, though? He just grins at me, and yup, there goes my pussy again. I can feel wetness running down my leg.

“You're crazy, aren't you?” he chuckles, shaking his head.

“I’ve been told that. But I don’t see it.” I shrug, arms hurting from having them raised for so long.

He gets closer, the gun still pointed at me. “Did you kill this man?”

“No,” I lie.

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