Page 11 of Stolen By the Hit Man
Nelly sighs. “I see you’ve got a ring on your finger. And how old is your husband?”
Meekly, Jasmyn replies, “Fifty-five.”
“Well, shit. Let me guess. You’re the number five sister-wife.”
“How did you know that?”
“Wild guess.”
After a pause, Jasmyn asks, “You’re not going to tell them you saw me, are you?”
I can almost hear Nelly shaking her head. “If you’re here to escape, you picked the wrong safe house. God, what is with these guys and the damsels in distress?”
“I’m not a damsel in distress!”
“Okay, okay. Calm down.”
“Just please pretend you never saw me,” Jasmyn pleads.
“Trust me. If I know anything about those kooks, that guy is so busy feeding 47 kids that he’s not even going to notice you’re gone.”
Considering she walked away from him in broad daylight, I think he noticed.
“Just promise me.”
“I pinky promise. Are we done here? I have to go be with sane people.”
“Gladly.”
I hear the sound of a clip getting loaded into Nelly’s pistol.
“What are you doing with that?” Jasmyn asks.
“What? You never went on a date to the gun range?”
“I…”
A moment later, my tenant breezes through the hallway, tucking her gun into the holster under her blazer as she goes.
I nod when she passes by me without even making eye contact, then follow her into the kitchen. “Eunuch? Really?”
She smirks and keeps on walking. “I was doing you a favor, fuck boy.”
I shake my head as she heads out the back door. The moment she hits the stairs, a black Mercedes pulls up, smooth as glass. She hops in, and then she’s gone.
And I’ve got some damage control to do.
Chapter Five
Jasmyn
Well, that’s it then.
Something weird and illegal is going on here, and I need to get out.
I fling open the front door with no plan other than to see how far I get with the thirty dollars I have in my pocket.
But then, Joaquin is somehow in front of me before I hit the front stoop.
