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And again.

And again.

Blood wet my fingers, slipped down my hand, made my hold sticky on the handle.

But I was too crazed in that moment to care, pulling it out over and over, slamming it back in.

There was a thud as he suddenly fell to the ground.

I followed him, my body coming down on his.

And I just kept plunging in the knife.

His stomach.

His chest.

Over and over.

The definition of overkill.

Especially when his body went limp under mine.

“Cinna!” Joel cried out, making me still.

“What? What is it?” I asked, head whipping around, but my vision was still blurry.

“You can put the knife down, love,” a familiar voice said, making my belly flip-flop. “He’s dead.”

CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

Dav

The problem with someone as fucking secretive as Cinna was that while I knew the general vicinity of where she lived, I didn’t know any other details.

The cab got caught at a red light, and I lost sight of Cinna.

A frustrated grumble moved through me as I flew out of the cab, eyes scanning the street, hoping I might see her ducking into a building.

But there were no women around. Just a crew of men who, from the looks of things, were dealing or running girls.

Well, most criminals spoke the same language.

Money.

Hopefully I had enough to loosen some lips.

“Yeah, move along, pretty boy. You don’t want what I got,” one of them said as I approached, his laid-back demeanor making me think he was someone in charge.

“I’m looking for a woman,” I said, reaching for my wallet.

“Not my deal. Up around the next corner.”

“Not like that. Someone who lives around here. Cinna. Yay high. Gorgeous. Personality like a cactus.”

The way his lips quirked up let me know he knew exactly who I was talking about.

“Not in the business of selling information either,” he said, shrugging, barely glancing up from his phone.

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