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“Want to explain some things?” he asks.

I really don’t.

“How about a blow job?” I ask.

He chuckles. “You’ll give me that, too,” he murmurs. “But first, let’s discuss the app and your role in it.”

Damn.

I thought I was going to get away with this. “Well, working nights has its advantages. I can do other things. One day, as I was searching around on the dark web, I came across that site and they had a lot of options. It’s not just murder for hire. It’s more than that. There were some computer things, and they paid a lot of money.”

“You need the money?” Theron asks.

I almost laugh in his face. I don’t, but I almost do. “I love that you have money and think everyone else does.”

It happens before I realize it’s happened. It takes me by surprise. Theron’s hand reaches out, and his fingers curl around the front of my throat. He squeezes firmly as he holds me and leans forward, his face so close to mine that he could kiss me, but I’m not sure I want him to right now—he seems kind of pissed.

“I had nothing. I came from nothing. I was nothing. I know what it is to be poor and desperate.”

His words are a punch to my gut, and I feel like a bitch. His mouth touches mine, and his tongue slides across my bottom lip before he speaks. His lips touch my own with each word he says.

Closing my eyes, I allow my body to relax as he murmurs against my mouth. “Were you desperate, sweetheart? You could have come to me at any time.”

“The man who broke me? No, thank you,” I breathe against his lips.

He hums, and his hand releases my throat, and then he grips the backs of my thighs and hitches me up. I wrap my legs around his hips when he moves toward the bedroom. Gripping his shoulders, I look into his eyes, my breaths coming out in pants.

I need him inside of me right this minute.

Chapter Thirty-Five

LUCILLE

Theron setsme down on the floor slowly. I don’t move my hands from his shoulders. Tipping my head back slightly, I look up into his eyes, searching his gaze with my own for a silent moment.

I don’t know why I admitted that he broke me, but he did. It’s the most truthful thing I’ve ever said in my entire life. I think about telling him the whole truth but wonder if he’ll look at me differently. I would if I were him.

“You needed money, and you ruined people’s lives digitally, but what did you do physically? Because that woman who took Callen’s eyes out was not the girl I dated a decade ago. I mean, don’t get me wrong, it was hot as fuck, but it was not the Lucille Sanders I knew.”

Dropping my hands from his shoulders, I try to take a step backward, but I fail because Theron’s arms tighten around my waist. He holds me so close that it’s hard to breathe. I love it. I wish he could keep me right here forever. That he could take me inside of him and keep me there forever.

“Someone figured out what I’d done. She came after me. She didn’t win.”

It’s as simple as that.

His eyes widen at my explanation, but that’s the whole truth of it. I know, without a doubt, that woman would have hurt me. I never took a job without researching who the person was first. And I only took ones where they were horrible humans. She, without a doubt, was a horrible human, and I knew what she was capable of.

So, she had to go.

Theron doesn’t look at me any differently, and I wonder if I should tell him that I’m the one who put my name on the hire for murder, buy, or trade list. I had high hopes he would buy me, and my instinct was right. It was a gamble, a huge one, but one that I was willing to take in order to get my man.

To get what I wanted.

Because he’s always been exactly who I wanted. There has never been anyone for me but him. I would do anything not only to have him but also to keep him forever. It took me ten years to get this opportunity, and I am not going to screw it up now.

I decide against telling him the whole truth. Everything on that site is done anonymously, and unless Merrick and Vaughn can hack the dark web, they won’t ever find out. We don’t even sign an order by our alias. It literally saysanon. The only time we use our aliases is when we take a job and then complete it.

Theron’s lips twitch into a smirk as he lowers his head. His mouth touches mine, although he doesn’t deepen the kiss. Instead, he keeps his lips pressed against my own as he speaks.

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