Page 6 of No Small Sin

The chain snapped. “Shit. Sorry.”

I’d never been more royally fucked than I was in that moment.

The only hope I had was that she’d fuck around downstairs for a few moments longer trying to fix it. And even then, I really wasn’t sure how I’d manage to fumble my way out of this one without the end result being another body to drop at the crematorium tonight.

I’d found myself in a lot of sticky situations over the years, but none of them had even remotely prepared me for this. The mere thought of her taking her last breath at my hand was both revolting and somehow still just as alluring as any other warm body had ever been to me.

Footsteps sounded on the stairway.

“Is there someone else here with you? You texted me to come over. I thought you meant like… now, but I can come ba—” her words cut off abruptly as she took in the scene before her.

Her mouth fell open. She looked down at Alexander, then looked me dead in the eye. “Get fucked. You didnot. What the fuck have you done? This is bad. So fucking bad.”

I jerked my knife from where it was clipped to my belt, flicked it open, and had the curved blade to her throat in an instant.

Her back pressed flush to my front nearly crumbled my resolve.

I gripped her tighter. “Don’t think for a fucking second that I won’t end you where you stand. That little stunt you tried to pull this morning? That was nothing compared to this. To what I’ll do if —”

She tilted her head to the side and ever-so-slightly looked up at me with more backbone than most men twice her size would have in this situation. “I’m not gonna tell anyone. Why do you think I came when he texted? It sure as fuck wasn’t because I’m begging to be raped by the likes of this piece of shit. You’re the one who fucked up my plans earlier.Rude, by the way.”

“What were you trying to slip him?” That was all I could manage at this point, floored that she was fully unaffected.

“Ricin.” She paused. “Which is totally undetectable, unlike the mess you’ve just made.”

She leaned forward, consequently pressing the blade into the creamy expanse of the base of her throat until a small amount of blood dripped down the front of her chest. My brain lagged at the glorious sight of it. Unable to stop myself, I loosened my hold just enough that I could run my thumb along her collarbone, painting her skin my favorite color.

Until I realized what she was doing.

She kicked at Alexander’s booted foot, lifting the hem of his pant leg with the toe of her shoe as best as she could given her current predicament.

She pointed to where the material had inched up his calf to the thick black band around his ankle.

The small box attached.

The blinking lights indicating the battery level.

A fucking ankle monitor.

I released her with a heavy exhale.

How had I missed this? I’d looked into this man’s records for weeks and nothing indicated that he’d been in any kind of trouble recently enough to still be on probation.

“Fuck. Fuck, fuck,FUCK.”

“Fuck is right,” she said simply.

She pried the knife from my hand, closed it, and clipped it back to my belt.

“Has no one ever told you that it’s bad luck to close a knife someone else has opened?” I questioned, dumbfounded by her audacity.

“I’d say you’re pretty fucking lucky that I’m even here right now at all. You’d have waltzed right out the door with a dead body to dispose of, utterly ignorant to the fact that it had an ankle monitor attached… a fucking direct line to the cops. And you’d likely not have even realized until it was too late.” She turned away from me and kicked the absolute shit out of Alex’s limp form.

Then, facing me again she scrunched up that cute fucking nose. “I would have to say that suicide is probably believable for someone living Alex’s preferred lifestyle. No body disposal needed.” She shrugged.

If I thought my cock was hard for her this morning, it was nothing compared to now.

“You’re unusually calm about this,” I noted.

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