Page 110 of Never Die for a Sinner
“Because I like it there.”
She looks appalled by my answer.
“So, you fight?”
“Do you care?”
She ignores my question. “That’s why you’re always covered in cuts and bruises, isn’t it? The fighting?”
I grit my teeth, my hand tightening to a fist underneath my head. I drop my other hand to the bed, disappointment crashing through me.
This is the problem with sleepovers. Someone always wants to start discussing the hard shit. Shit, I’d rather bury and lock away.
“Ava, we aren’t having this discussion.”
“It’s just a simple question,” she argues quietly. “You could get seriously hurt there. I saw some of those people. Hector was missing teeth.”
“Thosepeopleare none of your business,” I grit, a little too forcefully.
“So, why take me there, then?”
“Because word needs to get out that right now, you’re my whore, and anyone touching you will not be tolerated.
She grimaces, and I almost hate myself for saying the word. Almost.
She knew what this was when she signed her name on the dotted line.
I made it clear. No sleepovers. No dates. No romance.
If there’s one thing this is, it’s business. I’m doing what I have to.
“Do I need to remind you of the terms of our contract?”
It’s not my fault if she let herself get her hopes up.
At least . . . that’s what I tell myself when I watch her face drop.
“You’re right,” she says, an air of indifference in her tone that I fucking hate. “It’s getting a bitstuffyin here anyway.”
Little brat.
I watch as she climbs from the bed, bending over with that ass on display right in front of me, to shimmy back into her clothes.
My cock, which is protesting that we’re letting her out of our bed right now, jumps enthusiastically. I ignore the fucker.
“By the way,” she says, holding her head high when she steps over to the door. “His name isHector. If he’s so loyal and you care about him so much, you should learn he prefers to be calledthatover a stupid nickname.”
I wait until she thinks the coast is clear before I get out of my car and start following her.
For such a tiny thing, she’s quick, darting in between people, and I have to work to keep up with her.
The sights and sounds of the city are all around us, but my eyes stay trained on the little brunette ahead of me as she walks, crossing over two blocks before she ducks inside a nursing home off the street.
I give it a few minutes before I follow her through the front door.
She doesn’t know I followed her today, but we’ve already established my girl is oblivious. How she’s made it this long on her own is fucking beyond me.
Knowing she was approached outside the nursing home, I decided to follow her. Do I believe she’s told me everything she knows? Sure. Do I want proof? Abso-fucking-lutely.
