Page 70 of Falcon's Prey

“Fuck that shit. You and I both know they’ll be searching for your digital fingerprint.”

“Well, what are we going to do? You got yourself fired before you could get the—”

“Shut the fuck up. If you weren’t such a greedy fucking bitch, we wouldn’t be here.”

Pam got up, throwing her laptop on the table.

“Fuck you, Ren! I did what I did for us. So we could live the life we always wanted.”

I took another hit of my joint as she walked away. I wasn’t worried. She was smart and knew how to get around undetected. I didn’t have to worry about waking up to her head on the doorstep.

Once I finished smoking, I went back to the room where Ember was sleeping. I walked to the side where she slept and let my finger glide over her face. Her cheeks were too sharp, and I didn’t like that. The drugs did a number on her body. My eyes landed on her arm and the bruising that had formed from where I’d put an IV full of vitamins while she went through the hardest part of her withdrawals.

I’d felt rage before, but never like I had those days. Still, I looked at Ember, and I told myself I wasn’t getting attached, that she didn’t mean shit to me. She was just a means to an end. Ember Remington was nothing special to me.

Taking off my shirt, I climbed into bed with her.

Every night she got chills, and she would beg to make the pain go away. And every night, I would sit in the corner watching and waiting, but tonight I wanted to be close. Not because she was under my skin, not because I had finally fucked the diamond princess. It was so that I could be close when her demons spoke freely.

* * *

“Your boner is digginginto my ass.”

My eyes remained closed, and I found myself smiling. Ember was in my arms, and she made no move to try to get out of them either.

“You could always move,” I told her.

She stood quiet, and when she spoke, I almost wished she hadn’t.

“I figure I don’t have much life left to live, so while I wait for hell to claim me, I’ll enjoy all the little things, even if they come covered in lies.”

“What little things?”

“Being like this…in a man’s arms…it’s something foreign to me.”

“Bullshit,” I spat.

“Do you have family?” She changed the subject

“No. My whore of a mother dipped out, and my old man overdosed.”

“That’s why you don’t do drugs?”

“I don’t do drugs because the more addictions you have, the weaker you are.”

She went still in my arms.

“You and I have a lot in common,dog.”

I hovered over her, bringing her body under mine, my hand to her throat as she stared defiantly at me, and fuck, that got me hard. Her hands came to the top of the bedsheet, making sure it covered her breasts, as if I didn’t have her naked body plastered all over me last night.

“What did you say?” I asked, squeezing her neck a little and letting go so she could have enough air to speak.

“You a poor boy, and me a rich girl, and we have one thing in common,” she said.

“What do we have in common?” I humored her.

Ember blinked, and then she looked away from me. She licked her lips, then spoke.

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