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“I don’t have the answers you’re looking for,” I admit.

“Everything is happening so fast. Like a raging storm.”

“It is.”

“So what is this? Is it just sex… a lot of it?”

I shake my head. “No, Flowers. It’s not just sex. I can tell you that much.” Although I can’t keep my damn hands off this woman.

“But it’s dangerous,” she adds.

A fist clenches in my gut.

“I don’t keep feelings locked up in a box. My emotions are big, and they bleed into everything. And I don’t want to fall in the deep end when I know there will be no one around to pull me out.”

I digest that metaphor. Does the deep end mean love?

Fuck.

I want to tell her I won’t hurt her. But she’s right. Someone wants me dead. I don’t know if I’ll live through the week. And even if I do, Hannah and I are worlds apart. She’s color and light and delicate flowers.

I’m darkness.

Death.

Destruction.

I live and breathe in a den of sin.

I have zero to offer her.

In fact, my continued presence in her life is only a grave danger to her.

As soon as I stop pretending I believe she’s actually a problem for me, I should walk.

Walk away and never look back.

If I had any decency, I’d do it right now.

But I don’t. I grip her face and claim her mouth like she just professed her love to me. Which, in a way, she did.

“We’re both in the deep end, Flowers,” I tell her when we break apart.

I’ve never been in so deep.

She bleeds…. I bleed.

Chapter Twenty-Seven

Hannah

Armando’s phone rings in the middle of the night. The way he rips out of bed on a gasp tells me he’s used to waking up fighting. Another sharp inhale through his nose, and the light from his phone comes on. His expression is hard. Warrior-like. “Yeah?”

I hear a clipped male voice on the other line, the tone just as sharp as Armando’s. I hear the words shot up and cops.

Armando swears and starts pulling on his clothes like he’s going to battle. “‘Kay. I’m coming down… No, I’ll Uber… Yeah.”

I turn on the bedside lamp and climb out of bed, too. My heart pounds, even though I don’t know what the emergency is.