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CHAPTER 15
Ghost
My mind was racingas I moved silently through her little apartment, grabbing what I had, blades, my other gun and the burner phone. I left out through the back alley and traced my steps from the night of the hit to find the stashed jeep I parked a few blocks over. It was still there untouched.Rookies!Dumb ass niggas hadn’t found it, and it was hiding in plain sight which let me know that the hit was sloppy and unorganized. By the time I made it back upstairs, Specs was already dressed in a black hoodie and some jeans. Jeans that looked like she had to melt and pour her body into. Right then I had to focus on some other shit to keep my dick from spiraling out again cause now wasn’t the time. Specs had a look in her eyes that let me know she was scared and unsure but trusting me anyway.
“You ready?” I asked.
She nodded, but I saw trembling in her fingers as she zipped up her bag. I took it and led her out through the back, keeping her close behind me. My Glock was out, and the safety was off as I checked every corner and shadow on the way to the car. I threw her bag in the backseat as she slid into the passenger seat and buckled her seat belt. I didn’t speak until we were on the road.
“Where are we going?” she finally whispered.
“Somewhere no one can find us. Somewhere I can think.”
Instead of pressing me further, she curled up against the passenger door like she was trying to disappear into the shadows. I kept one hand on the steering wheel and one tapping against my thigh as I drove down the empty streets. I couldn’t shake the thought of who the fuck was trying to take me out. I couldn’t let that shit go either.
The safehouse was tucked away in the hills north of the city. It was an estate technically, sitting behind an iron gate with keyless entry and a long winding driveway. It wasn’t flashy but it was clean, stocked and off the grid. I bought it years ago, and had it set up under a dead man’s name. It was only two people who knew about it and one of them was dead. We got out, and I opened the door for her. She slowly walked inside, looking around like she was surprised I owned something this nice. Specs wandered into the kitchen, her fingers brushing the granite counter as her eyes scanned the open floor plan and wood beam ceilings.
“This is… way nicer than I expected,” she muttered.
“I’m not a savage… just lethal. But I do like to live decent when I’m not on the move,” I shrugged.
The fridge was already stocked. I prepped this spot weeks ago, just in case I needed to move around. I always stayed ready so I wouldn’t have to get ready. A nigga like me could never get caught slipping. The spot wasn’t five star living but it was decent, safe and quiet with no neighbors for miles. Specs hadn’t complained at all since we made it in. She moved through the place like she’d been living here for years, barefoot, hummingand taking over the kitchen. She spent the first day baking and cooking all kinds of shit, and I didn’t stop her. That soft hum she made while she moved around calmed the both of us and the crazy part is, she ain’t even know it.
By the next morning, she offered to make a store run for more items that she needed. I didn’t like the idea, not when muthafuckas was still out looking for me and possibly her too, but I finally gave in and took her into the next town over. I gave her a burner and a cap to tuck her hair under and she went in, grabbed her shit and came back out in no time. She walked out all jolly and shit like this was her new life. Shit, if things were different, it would be. I knew that eventually shit would change because I wasn’t built for the lifestyle that she was used to. I was a killer, that’s all I knew and the thought of killing gave me a thrill like no other so as much as I wanted to explore whatever this shit was, I knew it wouldn’t work. She would only end up hurt in the long run and I couldn’t take being the one that caused it.
It’s been two days, and I was no closer to answers than I was the night shit popped off. I ran down on one of Gideon’s old connects from the underground betting ring, thinking that he would fold easily. At first, I figured he was lying about not knowing shit but after I beat the brakes off his ass, split his lip and damn near took his tongue out, he still didn’t have shit to say. Either he really didn’t know, or he was loyal to the grave. Either way, I left pissed off with bloody knuckles and thin patience. I was getting antsy and whoever was behind this was playing the long game. I hated feeling one step behind.
By the time I got back to the house, I caught a strong whiff of cinnamon coming from the kitchen. I already knew she was in there… baking again. I didn’t want her to see me in this state, so I slipped down the hall, into the bathroom and washed the night off me. I got dressed and headed to the kitchen. The counterswere covered in cooling racks, trays of cinnamon rolls, muffins and even some little braided bread shit I didn’t know the name of.
Specs was moving around in the kitchen in one of my T-shirts that barely covered her plump ass and thick thighs. Her hair was tied up in a messy bun and she had soft music playing in the background, some old school R&B shit. To my surprise, when I sent her in the grocery store, she added a Bluetooth speaker to the list and had been playing low music ever since. She moved around in her element and comfortably, so I was cool with it. The tension in her shoulders has eased a little bit too.
“You stress baking?” I asked.
She turned. “If I’m not crying or punching the wall, I’m baking. It calms my spirit.”
I walked up, grabbed a cinnamon roll of the tray and bit into it.
“Damn Specs,” I mutter around a mouthful. “This shit good as fuck. Might even taste better than ya’ pussy.”
Her cheeks flushed bright red like she was embarrassed, but I knew better. That heat in her eyes was nowhere near shame. She could pretend all she wanted to, and I’d play along. I stepped closer, standing right in front of her, letting my eyes drink her in, while admiring her smooth skin. Her bare face had not a single flaw on it. Specs had a beauty that was unmatched, and she hid it form the world.
I scooped her up without warning and sat her on my shoulders like she weighed nothing. My face leveled with her bare pussy.
“Oh damn, no panties on under this t-shirt?” I grinned against her skin. “You planned to get devoured huh?”
I leaned in, kissing her soft folds, letting my tongue tease the sweetest pussy on the planet while she squirmed above me.
“I- - -I was just a little hot so I?—"
“Mhm.”
I turned and walked to the wall while holding her up. She gasped as soon as I pressed her back against the cold wall, her hands flying to my head as I blew on her soaked lower lips, slowly. I looked up at her with a wicked grin.
“Give me a minute, baby,” I growled. “I’m tryna see if that cinnamon roll taste better than this sweet ass pussy.”
Then, I buried my face deep between those thick thighs and let my tongue go to work. I ate her like a man starving. Tongue curling, lips locking, sucking on her clit until she was moaning loud and shaking. She wrapped her legs around my head, pushing my face deeper into her pussy. I kept licking, slurping and groaning against her slit like she was the only meal I’d ever need. I used one hand to hold her up and the other to push my joggers down to my ankles. When her body bucked, I pushed back and slid her down onto my dick as she screamed out.
“Fuuuuuck,” I hissed through gritted teeth. “I can never get tired of this tight little pussy, Specs.”
