Page 5 of Outlaw

I laugh. “You’re a terrible liar.”

Her breath quickens, and I feel a sheepish grin on my face. I’ve got her now!

“What? I’m not lying.”

Come on, Faith. We both know that’s not true.

I stand from the couch and shut the door, locking it before pulling the couch in front. “I’m only going to ask you this once, and I expect you to be honest with me. If you are, I’ll have mercy. If not, I can’t help you.”

Tears roll down her face. I get why. She’s busted. She’s going to get what’s coming to her. So… then why do I want to catch them?

I shake my head and look away. Usually, I’m fucking with big, aggressive men who are looking for a fight. Not sweet, little, curvy women with tears.

“What’s your name?” I ask, trying to keep a straight face.

She looks away, then down at the ground. “Faith… Faith Olivia Landry.”

“Thank you, Faith. I like that much better than Tilly.”

Tears fall harder.

Be strong, man! This is your job! You can’t get sidetracked.

“Where are you from?”

“Just outside New Orleans.”

“Family?”

“My mom and my nephew.” She brushes back a strand of hair. “My sister died in a car crash last year.” She wipes away more tears.

I pull the handkerchief from my pocket and hand it toward her. Even before it leaves my grip, I know I shouldn’t have done it. I’m showing empathy and a bounty hunter isn’t supposed to have any. “Do they know you’ve robbed banks in two states?”

She shakes her head. “They think I’m running an Airbnb out in Utah.”

“Utah?”

She nods. “I can’t send them money I’ve stolen, so…” She wipes her nose and swallows hard. “So… I should talk to a lawyer.”

“A lawyer isn’t going to help you at this point, little girl. You’re fucked.”

“Little girl?” Her tone is biting as she says, “Look, I’ll do whatever you want. I’ll suck your dick. I’ll clean your house. I’ll make you a sandwich. I’ll do all the filthy, dirty, fucked up things no one else will do with you. You name it, and I’m yours. You can use me however you want.” Her voice lowers to almost a pleading state as she says, “But I can’t go to jail right now. I need more time.”

I’ve been offered a lot of things to let a man go, but never sexual slavery. I have to say, letting this sweet little girl do dirty things to me doesn’t hurt my feelings. In fact, my cock is throbbing.

God, it’s been way too fucking long since I’ve been with a woman. I need help.

“No,” I finally grumble. “As fun as that sounds, it’s not an option.”

“I’m a virgin.” Her tone lightens as though she’s about to put on a show when she says, “I’m really tight. When was the last time you had a tight, little pussy on your cock?”

Fucking hell. The thought of sinking into her for the first time rattles me. My cock thumps at my zipper and the urge to fuck her hard twists in my chest like a knife threatening the dig out my heart.

I reach for the glass of water on the table and suck it back. “You’re tempting, but… no. Why does your family think you’re running an Airbnb in Utah?”

She sighs. “Look, if I didn’t need this money, I wouldn’t have done this.”

“The police report says you stalked the night clerk, held her at gunpoint, and made her load your car with cash. That’s the act of a person who studied the environment. You planned this.”

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