Page 38 of Run From Me

She started to walk past me and stopped, but not before I choked on my own spit as she grabbed my crotch.

“I’ll go cut him open, but not because you asked nicely. Because I want you to see exactly how I can remove a man’s a cock with my sharp little knives. Ready for the show, baby?”

She released me and I let out a wheeze. Fucking hell, that girl had a grip.

And did I want to follow her and see exactly how she could try and hurt me? Yes I fucking did.

“Do not talk while I am doing this. I have to record everything.”

I nodded, grabbed a chair, and kicked up my feet on a table not being used.

“Yes, boss lady.”

If looks could kill, I know I’d be dead by now, but really, this was becoming more and more entertaining.

Moreover, I was ready for a Viper to show up. The blood had been cleaned up, leaving no trace of the earlier disagreement. That didn’t mean shit really. I made sure I could see the door just as much as I could see Cali.

Watching her move the body into place was like foreplay. I didn’t actually like the idea of cutting into a body long since dead. The skin just didn’t give the way fresh meat did, but seeing her working? Seeing her curiosity?

It shouldn’t surprise me she was affiliated with a crew, but I still couldn’t figure out why. The Vipers were low-level criminals. Some cheap drugs, small black-market shit. What would they want with Cali? Or, rather, how could they keep someone like Cali?

I watched as her scalpel ran across the mayor and specifically his abdomen. She was so focused, I doubt she noticed me much.

So I sat and watched her work for the next two hours. Luckily, I had the patience of a saint. I sat there watching her and watching that door. I almost hoped someone would march through it. It was curious that she wouldn’t talk about it. We didn’t own Cali, and she was still helping us out. Was this really what they wanted from her?

The idea she might sleep with any of them had me watching the door even more intently. Maybe I would make this a nightlyroutine. Make sure no one touched her even if I was going to make every effort to not touch her again either.

I wasn’t going to touch her ass ever again. I wasn’t going to wrap my hands around those hips as I let her sink onto my cock. The scrubs left nothing to the imagination. Who knew something so functional could look this hot.

The woman had power over me, and that wasn’t good.

Nope. No. No. No daydreaming. I didn’t get dreams. I need a damn toothpick again, but I was stuck in these damn too-tight scrubs from the hospital, and shit, all my stuff was somewhere in her bag. Had she left it in the car? I was off my game with this one. This one? No, Cali. She was a very specific one.

I cracked my neck and stretched my arms over my head as she finally stopped the recording and turned to me.

“I don’t have the toxicology reports yet. But it wasn’t a heart attack. It really wasn’t anything natural since there are no preexisting conditions that would have caused his organs to seemingly fail.”

She held up something in her hand.

“No one is calling it a homicide yet,” she said. “But I found this in the contents of his stomach, and although it would be the cause of his internal bleeding, it wouldn’t have killed him for a while. It, for sure, isn’t what killed him. The internal injury is pretty new and might just have been a reason he wasn’t out in public the last few days. There are a few poisons that would cause organ failure and are hard to trace.”

I looked down at the shards in her hand.

“Is that glass?”

She nodded.

“I have to go bag this up. Anyway, I don’t have everything you need yet. I’ll try and follow up as soon as I see the toxicology reports. I’ll text you.”

If I wasn’t paying attention before, I was now.

“What do you mean you’ll text me? I’ll be back here tomorrow. When do you work?”

The doors screeched as someone pushed through them, and I didn’t turn around fast enough. Still, I’d been ready and kicked him in the chest, sending him flying, but not before he got one dig on me.

“Fuck,” I let out as the sharp throb of a knife embedded in my leg registered. “Fuck that hurt,” I said again.

The room was bright, and it took me seconds to locate exactly who had come after me and exactly where he was now.

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