Page 14 of Mob Princess

He stood from the couch and stepped around me like I was nothing more than furniture.

“Sounds good,” I said softly, confused.

“You should make yourself a nice, long bath. And if you’re still in it once I’m done, I’ll come join you.”

I whispered. “Will you really, though?”

“What was that?”

I thought quickly as I stood. “I said, ‘I really should, though.’”

He nodded. “I’ll come find you once I’m done.”

I watched him walk down the hallway and back into the kitchen. Heading, well, wherever the fuck it was that he wanted to work. I turned myself toward the stairs and tried to ignore the pounding in my head. Mostly, because I wasn’t sure if the pounding was from the fear of everything, the excitement of my deal with Israel, or the nervousness that he might actually kill me in the end.

“Come on, Bonnie,” I murmured. “You can do this.”

And as I moved towards the stairs, I heard Israel’s voice wafting down the hallway, already distracting himself with something else.

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