Page 48 of Fixation
Once she’s starts recovering, we’ll go through her emails together.
Just her and I.
Everything’s settled then.
Time to see what Sergey wants.
His text is simple, always is when he sends me to kill people. I don’t need more than a photo, date, and location anyway.
The bastard expects me to do this hit job in two weeks.
My last one.
Nothing in his message implies that we’re parting ways after this one last hit, confirming my suspicions.
He won’t release me after this last job.
Or so he thinks. I’ll deal with his shit another time. I’ll have to start planning. I will.
For now, I answer with a thumbs up, put the phone on the kitchen counter, and wash my hands.
Harper will need to eat when she wakes up.
Luckily, I have everything ready. I planned on fixing chicken soup for her later, but as the saying goes,no better time than the present.
Water heats in the pressure cooker. I pull marrow bones out of the freezer.
She might refuse to accept more of my help. To eat the food I’m making for her.
I scoff at the idea.
As if she has a choice.
As far as I’m concerned, she doesn’t. Sergey doesn’t have one, either.
He’ll be out of my life soon enough.
After that, Harper can make this house her home. She can decorate it any way she likes.
As soon as she gets used to the idea that she’s mine.
I have no doubt she will.
Next up, spices. I set them out along with the rest of the vegetables on the counter.
The chicken thighs are already there.
Nothing’s missing.
You see, that’s the thing about me.
Nothing in my life is out of place.
Nothing’s left to chance.
Absolutely nothing.
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