Page 67 of Falling for a Killer

“I’ll cheers to that,” Vi replies. “Hell, I say we start a petition to let him take out a few more. Too many corrupt people have power, and they need to learn everything has consequences. They’re not untouchable.”

“I may not like violence, but I agree,” Mom says. “Si vis pacem, para bellum, right, babe? Nothing is free.”

If you wish for peace prepare for war — Publius Flavius Vegetius Renatus.

My dad always did love that quote.

“Guys?” Erin interrupts, spinning her laptop around. “People are starting to respond on all platforms. My keyword alerts are going nuts.”

Fuck. Here we go. Time to figure out if it worked.

Instead of crowding her, I grab my own laptop and search his name. Immediately I see even more support than I did earlier. Sure people are still hung up on how attractive Killian is, but more people are looking into Lawson than before and painting Kill as not just some hot criminal, but a vigilante that took out someone who deserved it.

The senator’s crimes are out now, and multiple people he worked with are coming forward to claim they had no idea, which means his inner circle is already imploding.

Good.

It almost makes up for the weird coil of jealousy I still feel. It’s not Killian’s fault, I know he loves me. Only me. But women are feral, especially on the internet, and it irks me. Maybe jealousy isn’t the right word. Maybe it’s territorial.

Yeah, that fits a little better. He’s mine and I don’t want to share him, even if this outcome is exactly what we were aiming for.

I just hope it actually helps.

Thirty-Four:

Taking a Stand

Roo,

Fuck, I miss you so much. The view in here is dull and depressing, so I spend most of my free time with my eyes closed so I can imagine your face and that beautiful red hair. When you’re not on the news, at least. I stared at this paper for a while trying to think of an adequate way to thank you for what you’ve done on my behalf, but I know you. You’ll wave it off like it isn’t a big deal so I decided not to go on about it and make you blush. All I’ll say is I’d be lost without you, and how thankful I am can’t be put into words. I’m the luckiest fucking guy in the world.

I’d do anything to see you again and cover you in cum, love. Steel said she’s trying to work that magic, but whether she does or not, I’ll be waiting for you. I still haven’t spilled a drop without you and I don’t plan on it. I only want to feel good with you. If you happen to play with those toys though, I’d like you to write out every detail you can. Just because I’m not doesn’t mean I don’t want you feeling good. I’m surrounded by nasty dudes, so my dick doesn’t mind hibernation when you’re not around.

Can you do me a favor and send me a photo of you? I’d like to kiss you goodnight at lights out every night if possible.

Oh, I almost forgot we’re sharing stories. One time when I was thirteen, my school went on a field trip to the waterslides. There was this one slide that was so high no one wanted to do it. You stood on top of this trap door thing and it would drop you into the slide. I pretended that I wasn’t scared, but in reality, I was so close to pissing myself I thought I might when the timecame. It ended up being a situation like yours. It was the best damn slide there, and I did it so many times it convinced most of my class to try it out. I guess I wasn’t always a loner, huh?

Okay, so I’ll try and think of a better story for you next time. Did your school take trips at all? When was your first kiss? I want to know it all even if it makes me jealous. I love you. Tell Gus I miss him too.

Killian

Setting his latest letter down after reading it yet again, I grab my response to him, the best picture of me Violet could take, and the same blanket I used last time.

This is it. The last time I’ll get to see him before his trial starts in a couple of days. Jury selection is done, Donna has finalized his defense, and I think I’ve invented a few new emotions trying to deal with all of it. There’s only one thing that matters right now — Killian.

It’s a lot harder to sneak someone out of gen pop than it is solitary, so there are twice as many envelopes this time and they’re all twice as thick, but I don’t care. I’d pay anything to give us both a little comfort, even if we have to meet in the same musty, damp hallway we did last time.

They also make me wait longer, too. I’m beginning to think our plan failed when I finally see him coming around the corner, and much like last time, my heart seems to beat in sync with his steps.

He’s in gray sweatpants this time and even from here, I can tell he got a haircut since I last saw him. It’s still deliciously messy and probably grown out since the trim, but it’s a little shorter than it was.

His face is just as scruffy and his eyes just as tired, but he’s in one piece, and the smile he gives me is everything.

“There’s my girl.” He jogs over and kisses me hard, his cuffed hands falling to my lower back to cage me in. “Nice dress.”

It’s dark red this time, not black like Donna requested. “I brought the picture you asked for. I know it’s a little late, but things have been crazy. Are you okay?”

“Yeah. People are really nice here, believe it or not. To me, at least. I’ve been sharing commissary so I’m sure that’s why, but whatever.” I tuck the letter and photo into his pocket when he kisses me again. “How are things out there? Your family doing okay?”

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