Page 10 of Desperate Valentine

That’s what this is, right?

What does this mean for me?

Go figure. I get caught up with a gorgeous murderer.

Wait— I’m a murderer too.

Shit.

I quickly get dressed and find myself standing at the door with my hand on the door handle, mentally preparing myself for what’s next.

As soon as I open the door, he’s right there.

“What the fuck?!” I shriek.

“Calm down, I was about to knock on the door. You’re taking forever. We have places to be.”

“We?”

“I told you already. I’m not leaving you here tonight.”

My heart starts to race. “Why would I stay at your house? I can go—”

“I wasn’t really giving you a choice. Grab whatever you need. We have to make a pit-stop before we head out of town.”

Nice.

Now I’m an accomplice.

“I didn’t sign up for this. You offered to help me, and I let you. Can we just part ways now?” I’m not even sure if I mean that.

He’s intriguing, to say the least, but just as terrifying.

“You talk too much. Has anyone ever told you that?” He walks over to the door, smiling at me before heading outside.

I shake my head and gather what I need, stuffing it all into a small backpack. It’s not like I’ll be there for long. I can’t see his personality getting any better as the night goes on.

What a prick.

After a quick sweep of the room, I head out the door and get into Jude’s truck. “Where are we going?” I ask, twisting my ring around my finger anxiously.

“Top secret. You’ll find out once we get there,” he says.

“Oh, come on. I just wanna know if we’re going to kill someone else tonight.” There’s a teasing hint of sarcasm in my tone, trying to lighten the mood a little. For my sake, anyway.

He laughs, throwing his head back dramatically. “Aren’t you forgetting?Youkilled that guy. Not me.”

“You helped me get rid of a body though—same thing.” I smirk at him, because it’s true. He’s just as involved as I am.

Suddenly, he aggressively hits the brakes and pulls over onto the side of the road. “It’s getting mighty hard not to put that mouth to better use…”

“I offered to stay put in my dorm. You’re the one that insisted that I tag along. I’d much rather be curled up in my chair eating popcorn right about now.” Red flags is all I can see right now, but somehow my body wants this man to go through with his threats.

Go ahead… put my mouth to better use, Daddy.

“Were you spoiled as a child?” he asks, staring straight at me with dark, narrowed eyes.

“Quite the opposite, actually.”

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