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“What the hell are you saying?”

He looked at me, chewing on his lip. “Give me your gun.”

I frowned in confusion. “Why?”

“Just give it to me!” he bellowed, extending his hand.

“Fine,” I muttered, reaching behind my waist and handing him theweapon. “Jeez. Don’t get your panties in a twist.”

When he pulled out his own piece, I took a step backward, raisingmy hands in surrender.

“What the hell?”

He scratched his forehead with a barrel of a gun before openingthe cabinet drawer and leaving both weapons inside. Then he turned toward me.

I’ve been faced with a man planning to shoot me too many times inmy life, and his eyes looked the same. They had, if not the bullets, the sameintention. But he wasn’t going to shoot me because he stored his gun away.

No.

I stepped backward, hitting the writing desk behind me.

“Stop,” I said as he started to stride toward me. “Tye… stop…d-don’t… don’t you dare kiss me…”

“Don’t you dare punch me,” he said and slammed his lips on mine.

And just like that, the amnesia thing from Nirvana was gone. Mymemories were back with a vengeance because suddenly I could remembereverything.The scent of him, filling my nostrils. The heat of his body. The size of it.The taste of him. Right now, he tasted the same, only better. And that damnmint on his tongue was messing with my mind, so I gripped his head and tiltedhis face tomyfucking liking. I slid my tongue into his mouth, suckingon his tongue as if it was candy, hungry for that minty taste. He moaned,gasped, and maybe even struggled, but I wouldn’t stop. I bit into his lip as ifit was a ripe cherry, only it tasted sweeter than a ripe cherry.

Then I felt his hands on my ass, lifting me up, all two hundredpounds of me. I found myself seated on top of the writing desk, spreading mylegs like a goddamn girl, but I couldn’t care less. I only wanted to devour,inhale, and absorb him until I was sated, and this horrible feeling of want wasgone. So, I wrapped my fingers in his hair, and I kissed the shit out of him. Ipulled at his hair, avenging every single moment when I wanted to touch it andI didn’t. I wanted to punish him for making me feel this way. I wanted him tosuffer like I did. Only when our hard dicks grazed did I jerk away, stunned.Shocked.

“Putain,” Tye whispered, wide-eyed, gulping air. His blueeyes were almost black, his pupils blown. His lips looked ravaged.

“Fuck,” I muttered, feeling oxygen-deprived, dizzy, and so damnhorny my vision was blurry. “What the fuck was that?”

He blinked, looking at me as if he was seeing me for the firsttime in my life. He seemed speechless, which wasn’t an easy thing toaccomplish.

“Something to think about, I’d say,” he said hoarsely beforeturning around and limping toward the door while rearranging himself in hispants. “See you later, yeah?”

Chapter 22

Curiosity

Thorsen

Walking away from him that day was probably the hardest thing Iever did, but I had to do it, not for myself, but for him. I would have spreadhis ass cheeks and feasted on him as if he were my last meal on Earth, but heneeded a moment, so I gave him one. In fact, I let the days pass in the foolishhope he would say something, but he never did. I was mostly on the phone withmy guys in New Mesa, while Carter focused on a partial fingerprint that JohnSmith had lifted in Roxie’s apartment. It led to a seventy-year-old guy andRoxie’s regular, so it was another dead end.

In other words, I stayed out of his way, and he stayed out ofmine. We saw each other at the station every day, but we barely talked to eachother. In the evenings, I could feel his presence on the balcony above me, likean ominous shadow I couldn’t shake off. Why ominous? Because he was bound tobreak my heart, and I knew it.

Five days have passed since our latest encounter, when I got aninteresting phone call.

“We linked our murder to a few others in the area. It’s a serialkiller, Tye. We’re sure of it,” Bazooka said, making me want to hit something.

“Fuck.”

“Yeah. I’m sending you the files. Three cities, five more victims.All sex workers.”

“Thanks, Levi,” I said with a sigh. “Stay in touch, yeah?”

“Will do.”

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