Page 44 of Run Little Killer
Lennon opens the bag and plucks out a pair of clean slip-on sneakers, fresh leggings, and a pack of underwear. She has a few shirt options, and I make a mental note to stop off and do laundry for her.
"You fucking bastards used all the hot water!” Nix shouts from the bathroom.
"Oops," Lennon giggles, pulling a solid army green crewneck overhead. "Someone’s pissed."
I rake a hand through my damp hair, shoving it back as I tug on my flannel jacket. Flicking the hood out and up, the soft material covers my head as I turn to Lennon. "Wannagrab a coffee and some breakfast so we don't have to hear him bitch?"
"Won't that piss him off more?" she asks, dragging a comb through her hair.
"Probably," I say nonchalantly.
"Well in that case,” she says, eyes sparkling with mischief as she heads for the door. “Hell yeah."
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LENNON
"Sit tight," Rhett says as he kills the engine, bike tilting to the side as he knocks down the kickstand and dismounts his Harley. "We'll be quick."
"Okay," I reply with a wince, my pussy aching as I shift on the leather seat.
Probably should’ve considered the fact I’d be straddling a bike all day before letting both of these guys rail me.
I kinda like the ache, though– the reminder of their feral claims. It reminds me that I’m still here, still alive, something still left worth saving inside.
"Well, look at you," Nix tuts as he climbs off his own bike and steps closer. "Being such an obedient little bitch."
I hold my middle finger up in front of me and roll my eyes. "Fuck you."
The corner of his mouth tips up as he snatches hold of my wrist and lowers his voice. "I have, and if you keep being a brat, I'll show everyone here just how hard you like it."
My thighs clench as I scowl, the mischievous gleam in his eyes daring me to defy him. Part of me wants to runagain– to feel that same thrum of energy racing through my veins as he chases me down and devours me– but now decidedly isn’t the time for playing games. Wherever we’re headed today is to finish yesterday’s job; the one I fucked up. And as much as I’m enjoying this ride with Rhett and Nix, the best thing I can do for them is keep from being the reason more bodies drop between here and Englewood when we inevitably part ways.
"C'mon, shithead," Rhett mutters, interrupting my spiraling thoughts. He slaps a hand down on the back of Nix's neck and yanks him towards the door.
Nix's lips curl up to frame his perfect white teeth in a devious grin before he twists around, falling into stride beside Rhett.
I heave a sigh as I watch them disappear into the garage.How is it that just the thought of leaving them feels like a kick in the stomach?
One of the large metal doors starts to rattle, grinding and screeching as it draws up. The faded Budget rental truck pulls out, pausing at the edge of the concrete pad.
Rhett and Nix shake hands with Kurt as they step out of the garage and head back towards me and the bikes. Rhett pounds his fist against the metal side of the truck as he passes, the driver taking the cue and starting across the parking lot.
With a quick bend of his knees, Nix lunges forward, forearm banding around my middle and swiping me off the back of Rhett's motorcycle.
"You're riding with me, little killer," he says, dropping me down beside his bike and swinging his leg over the seat.
As much as I want to fight him on this, the way he manhandlesme is hella hot.
"Why's that?" I ask as I reach up to grip his shoulders and climb on.
"Cause having that hot little body wrapped around me for the next few hours is how you start to repay me for that shitty cold shower I had to take."
"You're ridiculous," I laugh, settling in behind him.
"Ready?" Rhett growls, tying his black bandana around his face and starting his bike.
"Yup," Nix replies also putting on his bandana, turning the key, engine rumbling to life.
