Page 21 of One Kill

This really is not the best idea I’ve ever had, and I can use the excuse that I’m working and this is how I get close to Zavier, but it seems unfair to him, and especially Murphy.

Anyone sayself-saboteur?

His grip tightens, his fingertips dig deeper, and my phone begins vibrating again in my back pocket. Like fate’s way of intervening.

“Is that a vibrator in your pocket?” Zavier’s lips move to a smile as he slides his palm over my ass.

I should ignore the call, but of course I don’t. With a heavy sigh, I turn away from Zavier and pull my phone out of my pocket. Without looking, I answer and hold the phone to my ear.

“Yeah?”

“Hello to you, too.”

Shit.Murphy.

“What’s up?” I try to move away from Zavier, who has moved closer yet, his nose at my neck while I’m trying to keep my end of the conversation neutral. Zavier doesn’t let up though, wrapping his other arm around my waist before cupping my pussy.

“She just told me you’re going to get your nails done together on Saturday. Don’t let her down.” Murph’s tone isn’t like before, fun and jovial, there’s a hint of disapproval in there and I think he’s finally finding that anger I thought he’d pushed away.

I stamp my foot onto Zavier’s because pushing at him isn’t working.

“Ah, fuck! What was that for?”

“Seriously?” I can hear Murphy inhaling deeply and I’m about to respond, but he continues before I get a chance when I finally free myself of Zavier. “Like I said, just don’t let her down.”

Then he hangs up without a goodbye… again.

Murphy’s angry with me again for whatever reason, Zavier is now sitting in his desk chair nursing a sore foot… and, apparently, I have an appointment to get my nails done with my daughter on Saturday.

I need to make peace with the fact that I can’t run away from this—or slaughter it.

Either way, life has become a lot more complicated and I’ll figure out a way to do this.

I have to.

Chapter Eleven

J

Ican’tfuckingbelieveI’m getting my nails done.

What’s the point, anyway? They’ll just get ruined the first chance I get to spar at the gym. It’s a complete and total waste of my time and gas money. And I mean, seriously… the price of gas is definitely not worth crossing over into the armpit of New York. That’s right, I’m willingly going to New Jersey, and no matter how many times I’ve tried to talk myself out of this fucking predicament, it always comes back to one thing.

I have a daughter.

So, here I am, checking the time to make sure I’m not late to the fucking salon.

“J! I need your full attention on this. Got it?” My eyes snap up to Marco’s glare. I know he’s projecting his anger onto me because I’m the only one here and River would have his fucking balls if he ever spoke to her like this, but still… I’m having a crisis and Zavier’s incompetent employees are ruining my morning.

“Got it, boss.” Truth is, I missed a part of what he said but I’m pretty sure it started with bring that fucker to me and then slice his neck open from ear to ear.

Okay, fine, I may have made that second part up because that’s actually what I want to do to him.

“You’ll need to spend more time there. Get proof of his mishandling and outright cheating.” If he could wear out marble with his pacing, he’d have a deep groove going at this rate.

Wait a fucking minute. What now?

“More time, sir?” I’m there twice a week, I’m not going more often than that.

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