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I snicker as they leave. The hotel management is going to be in a spin trying to keep their guests happy while not kicking us out. We give them too much money and business for them not to allow us to stay, though, even with all the blood and murders.
The doors open again on the top floor, and I spot her. She’s still wrapped in a towel, and her ear is pressed against the door, listening to the conversations inside.
I walk silently toward her. Soon I’m standing so close that I could throw her over my shoulder and get her out of here before she even has a chance to scream.
“So you survived,” she says without looking at me.
I chuckle. “You knew I would.”
Her eyes cut back to mine, and I gasp at how fucking beautiful she looks. Murder is in her eyes, her red hair is drying in wild, frizzy curls, and her lips are frowning like she’s incapable of smiling ever.
She shrugs, pretending she didn’t deliberately stab me exactly where she did.
“What is your plan now, murderous one?” I ask.
“So they died? Good.”
I nod, watching as her eyes take in my naked torso and study the shirt on my chest.
She sighs. “Turn around.”
“Why, so you can stab me in the back too?”
“Just do it.”
I turn and feel her hands against my back. She undoes the shirt before jerking and tying it so hard that my body lurches back, and a hiss pushes between my clenched teeth.
“There, now you won’t bleed out.”
“Worried about your body count?” I tease, trying to not think about the agony in my chest. Instead, I’m thankful but confused as to why she cares that I don’t die.
She rolls her eyes at me.
Who trained her? What is her goal? I want to ask all the questions, but I don’t. They don’t seem important right now.
She shakes her head at me. “Even being stabbed in the chest won’t wipe that smirk off your face.”
“Nope, nothing will stop me from having a good time. Life’s too short not to enjoy every second of it. And being stabbed by you seems like an honor.”
She works her jaw as if my words hurt her, but she doesn’t say anything.
“So, what’s your plan now? If you go back in there, they might kill you if they realize what you did. And even if they haven’t figured it out yet, you’re still going to have to endure an old man’s dick in your mouth, a sick bastard’s tongue on your cunt, and eventually a cock slamming into your pussy so hard that you’ll never want to fuck again after. And that’s before they decide to marry you off like you have no say in the matter.”
Her lips finally curve up. “Good.”
My eyes meet her blazing green ones. There’s so much passion and retribution in them. She hates the Retribution Kings for something that happened, but she has the heart of one. It’s clear to me this is all for revenge.
I’m guessing she’s doing this all on her own, since it’s such a personal vendetta. Still, someone has to know what she’s doing. Someone had to have taught her how.
“So that’s your plan? Let every man who bids use you, and then you’ll kill them? Are you not worried they’ll figure out who’s doing all the killing?”
“I don’t care, but I don’t think they will. I’ll be careful. And I—a meek, shy, poor girl—couldn’t possibly pick them off one by one. Their egos are too big to ever believe that.”
She’s probably right, but it’s a big risk she’s taking. Someone else will figure it out. It can’t be a coincidence that the two men dead were the two men that won her firsts. And with that many men in the room when she stabbed them, someone must have seen her do it.
“Let me help you.”
Her head snaps in my direction. “I don’t need your help. I didn’t need you to carry me out like a fucking damsel in distress. Clearly, I wasn’t in distress. I was the killer.”
