Page 37 of Soulless Deeds

Bang.

I blinked. Then blinked again.

I felt the jolt of a bullet being released between my legs, followed by the undeniable smell of a fired gun.

Spencer had already escaped through the door, which she left open in her dash for escape, leaving me with her blasted words. “I want my knife back, too, asshole!”

Fuck.Of course she had noticed my chest holster that housed her knife—the weapon I’d stolen and stabbed her with.

True, I was all the way fucked up, but I couldn’t bring myself to get rid of it. The only thing I had of her. And now she knew I kept it.

Fine, I lost that round.

As she sauntered into the lobby, my head fell back against the headrest as I tracked her, that perfect ass and sublime body haunting me in a wholly different way.

Hesitantly, I peeked down. My groin was saturated with both mine and her desire. No matter Spencer’s denial or threats, she fuckingwantedme. But that wasn’t what gave me pause. There was a steaming hole engraved into the upholstery where I sat, directly in line with my softening cock.

“Are you hurt, sir?” Ralph, my doorman asked, popping his head in the car with a concerned expression.

I ran a hand down my face, stuck contemplating if Spencer missed on purpose or not.

How do I survive this woman? And do I want to?

The elevator carried us to my apartment, directly below Aster’s penthouse. As her second-in-command, the close location was convenient and easily accessible, making both our lives easier.

Until the double doors opened to my white marble foyer, and Aster directed Spencer out alongside me.

I barred the entryway with a solid arm, not that Spencer gave a fuck. She bypassed my barrier like child’s play and madeherself at home inmyapartment, scoping like she owned the damn place.

My gaze narrowed on Aster, who remained in the open elevator, face rigid and unwavering.

“Nah, nah, nah. She’s going with you. She isnotstaying here.”

Aster raised a brow. “It’s time to take care of your responsibilities, Echo.”

I growled—legitimately fucking growled at my mistress. Her expectations were too much, her faith in me too high.

“What did she mean by she saved my life?” Aster asked.

“Devil’s Flower, the assassination attempt at Playhouse.”

Aster inclined her head, typing away on her phone. “You won’t touch a single fucking hair on her head, understood? You will protect her above all else. If anything happens to her, I will kill you myself.”

“Yes,Mummm,” I snarked back. If only she knew her command was unnecessary.

Heat was creeping over my skin, I wouldn’t have been surprised if steam began puffing out of my ears.

“I’m sending you for a medical check-up.”

“What for? I’m not the one who needs a doctor.”Shit.I know Spencer was fucking with us earlier, but what if she actually did get pregnant?Nausea churned low in my gut at the possibility.

“Because I thought I taught you better than this,” Aster seethed. “Never go bare with fucking anyone. Always use protection. Now, who knows what you’ve passed onto that poor girl.”

Spencer was many things, but “poor girl”wasn’t a description I would assign to her.

I backed away from the elevator. “Cancel the appointment, Aster. I haven’t passed on anything besides my DNA.”

“The amount of people you’ve fucked?—”

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