Page 69 of Obsession

“Good at what?”

“Intensifying everything.”

I gently take the knife off her skin and hand it to her.

Brilliant violet eyes meet mine, unblinking. “I want to see you shoot. Please.”

I step past her, my shoulder brushing hers, and my own need to claim this woman flares. I reach for my baby, the Ruger EC9. A striker-fired pistol with an easy trigger and immovable sights, it’s my favorite for fast, meticulous shooting.

“Tell me where.”

“Left shoulder.”

Boom.Hit it.

“Midsection.”

Boom.A hole tears straight through the abdominal region.

“Left ear.”

Boom.Blast the ear straight fucking off.

“Right wrist.”

Boom.Bingo.

“Shit. You’re a perfect shot.”

I shrug. “Some guys play video games. I relax at the target range.”

“Why does this not surprise me?” I can’t miss the unmistakable pride in her voice. It does strange things to me I don’t know how to unpack. But we have to go.

I show her how to lock everything up. “Back at the house, you’ll find clothes in your room. Wear something professional, so we get some answers.”

I turn away before she can reply. I don’t want to listen to any of her bullshit about not wanting the clothes I gave her. She’ll wear theclothes.

My phone rings. Joe.

“Yeah?”

“Lottie called. No change. No word from Skylar, nothing at all.”

I’ve never been a patient guy, and I sure as fuck am not one now. I hate that we’re in a holding pattern until we can get more information.

“Thanks. You have that list of victims for us?”

“Yes, sir. Waiting for you in your office.”

I head to my office to get the papers, then do a quick change myself so I look professional. Khakis, dress shoes, polo shirt. Someone knocks on the door.

“Come in.”

The door creaks open, and I don’t look up at first, fully consumed by the details I’m reading about the people we’ll see today. When I get my hands on this motherfucker…

“Ahem.”

I look up. I blink. I sit back in my chair and admire the stunning woman before me.

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