Page 150 of Merciless Obsession
“I hate being watched twenty-four-seven,” I muttered, drinking from my water bottle and taking a seat on the couch.
“Trust me, I know.” Cashlynn rolled my eyes. “I’ve told Nazai one too many times I can handle myself, but he refuses to callthem off and they only listen to him and River.” She cut her eyes in the directions of the men.
“You know, you’re kind of bad ass, girl. You’ll probably protect them before they protect you,” Inaya said, laughing.
“I told my stubborn husband that but he doesn’t listen.”
I scanned the room. I could tell a lot of time wasn’t spent here. There was enough furniture to claim residence but not to be a home. I raised a brow noticing all of the boxes on the other side of the living room.
“What’s over there?”
Cashlynn followed my sight and her face went blank. “The stuff we found in my parents’ storage unit.”
My mouth opened then closed. She sounded so detached when she spoke about her parents; it was eerie.
“What’s in it?” Inaya asked.
Cashlynn twisted her mouth to the side, her expression closed off. “So far it looks like different jobs they took over the years. I’m still going through it all.”
Inaya snickered. “You’re not used to having female friends are you?”
Cashlynn twisted to look at Inaya. “I don’t have friends, period.” She blinked once, then twice.
“I can tell; your voice is so stoic and stiff. Girl, it’s okay to relax and speak casually.”
“Trusting people is how you get killed.”
Inaya glanced at me. “Yeah, well, doesn’t it get lonely being so defensive and closed off all the time?”
Cashlynn cocked her head to the side and stayed quiet. “What Inaya means is that if you’re open to being friends, then we are too. Honestly, if it wasn’t for Inaya I probably wouldn’t be here today. She’s my best friend and kept me afloat during some of my darkest times.”
“Aw, babe.” She bumped me with her shoulder and grinned. “You know we’re sisters forever.”
Cashlynn changed the subject. “You know when you get better with a gun you can kill your parents for all they did to you growing up.”
“Is that what you would have done?”
She blinked once. “If the most important person in the world to me was taken and killed, and my parents didn’t care, I wouldn’t hesitate.”
A chill shot up my spine from how calm and collected her words were.
I cleared my throat. “Yeah, well, my parents are living miserably in the same rundown home I grew up in. I’d rather they keep suffering like that than to end it for them.”
Cashlynn rolled her eyes. “I guess. That’s the problem with people, they see killing someone as a get out of jail free card when in reality it’s taking control. But I guess not everyone is built for that life. If you change your mind though…”
Swallowing hard, I nodded.
“Okay, so for kills, what’s your weapon of choice?”
Cashlynn smirked and sat up. She leaned down and lifted her sweatpants leg.
“This.” She pulled a knife out and whipped it open. “She goes everywhere I do.” Her eyes focused on the blade as she ran her hand over it.
“I’ve never seen a knife like that before,” I mentioned.
Cashlynn’s smile heightened. “Technically they’re a prohibited weapon to have, but I’ve never been the one to follow the rules.” A crazed look appeared in her eyes that showed I never wanted to be on the other side of that knife.
“Guns are fine, but I’m the type of girl who doesn’t mind getting her hands dirty. Makes a kill more personal.”
