Blood and smudges mar the girl’s cheeks and forehead, but she’s not crying. Just clutching my shirt and . . . glaring at me. As if she’s annoyed with me for disrupting her playtime. I’d laugh, but I don’t have the energy.
The kid’s unharmed.
I haven’t become a child murderer.
Still just a killer.
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That сволочь made my little girl MARRY HIM
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A military-trained, trigger-happy, seriously deranged golden retriever.”
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I narrow my eyes at her. “That’s it?”
“What?”
“Your reaction. You’re not going to scream?”
“Oh, it takes a lot more effort for a guy to make me scream.”
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Hardly a girlfriend, but an ex nevertheless. She’s not handling the breakup that well,” he says. “Apparently, she’s still mourning.”
“You broke her heart?”
“Worse. I canceled the credit card I gave her.”
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Because the only bed she’ll be sleeping in from now on, is mine.”
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There are hundreds of women—beautiful women—who would rush to your side. All you need to do is snap your fingers.”
“You mean, wave my credit card.”
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think that’s the first time ever a woman has tried to kill me. And I find it hot as hell.
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Every man who approached me ended up either staring at my face or my boobs and mumbled nonsense.
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I see he resisted,” I say as I reach into my jacket to take out my gun.
Hank clasps his hands behind him, fidgeting. “She.”