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“No, but—”

“Then don’t offer your point of view or start issuing out orders for me to do shit. Especially since this isn’t any of your business.”

She drifts back as though I just backhanded her.

I did, with my words, and I need to keep this social distancing thing between us.

Everything is getting meshed and screwy, and I need to keep my head on straight. I have to remain on my mission and end all of this.

“Then let me go home.” She folds her arms along her chest, still playing into the whole mom thing and beholds me with exasperation and indignation.

“No,” I reply flatly.

“This isn’t my business,” she snaps, throwing my words back in my face with her attempt to make a point. One that won’t work, but it’s cute that she thinks it will. “And let me get out of this mess.”

“I said no.”

“You said you killed guys in an SUV?”

“Yep.”

“Except one.”

“Yes.”

“Perfect.” She glides in my space like an angel whose tips of her wings are starting to turn a shade of black with the sullen grimace on her features. Using her little innocent visage to sway me to do her bidding. “Then, I guess the guys that tried to take me from you are all set and dead now, so we’re good.”

“Don’t fucking press it, sweetheart,” I fume, tensing at the boiling in the back of my head. The monster wants to come out to play, and I’m not about to have him do things that’ll make her hate me if we’re not halfway there already. “I said no.”

“I don’t care what you said.” She puffs out her chest and steels her shoulders. “Let. Me. Go. Emric.”

My nostrils flare because there is another button, one she purposely pressed. “It’s fucking Marty. Use it.”

“No.”

“You are really encouraging my last bit of patience, and I’ve had one hell of a fucking night.”

“I bet you have. Too bad I wasn’t the main attraction.”

I erase another inch of space between us, using my height to intimidate her. “Oh, don’t worry, my cock deep inside you was the highlight.” Her expression flashes with rage, and something else I can’t read.

“I’m done.”

I shrug off her statement. “Good for you?”

“Yeah, eventually.” Those blues well up with a gloss of wetness, and I lock my jaw tight. “Once I can get away from you, it’ll be the highlight for me. You’re too much, and I’m not getting roped into whatever the hell you are.”

“Thanks for the clarification. I’ll make sure to make a note of it and file it away under me not giving a flying—” She’s fast to move, my cheek promptly stinging from the slap to the face that she just delivered.

I’m pushing her away. It’s for the best. But it doesn’t stop the ache forming in my chest.

Right where my heart’s supposed to be.

“Anything else you wanna do?” I inquire. “Maybe knee me in the balls or stick your finger in my eye?”

“Maybe you going to go fuck yourself?”

I can’t help the smirk that pulls from my lips. “You wanna help with that?”

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