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“I don’t know what you’ve done in your past, but I know you aren’t sleeping with guys and then killing them to rob them. You didn’t want to be a part of my dad’s murder. That’s obvious to me after talking to you.”

I don’t bother looking at him. He’s right. I didn’t want to be a part of his dad’s murder, but he also shouldn’t trust me so easily.

“How can you trust me?”

“I can’t. I’m just choosing to. I overheard pieces of your conversation with Destiny and I’m choosing to believe that you’re nothing like them.”

He’s right about that. But I’m loyal to no one. Not even my own flesh and blood.

“So, what’s your plan now?”

“I still want to kill Destiny.” He’s so matter of fact with his answer. It doesn’t even phase him that he’s talking to her daughter.

“I’d like to do that too,” I admit.

“Any suggestions?”

“I have a few ideas.” And that’s the truth. I’ve thought long and hard for a while now on how to get rid of Destiny.

Neither of us say anything. There isn’t much left to say when you’re sitting with a stranger in a car, discussing your mom’s murder.

“Do you want me to take you home?” He breaks the silence.

“Yeah. I’m tired and I’d like to get some clothes on.” His eyes rake over my body. The way he’s looking at me takes my thoughts back to his hands around my neck while he was fucking me, and I can feel myself getting wet.

“What are you thinking about?” He puts the car in reverse and heads back towards town.

“I was thinking about what it felt like to fuck you while I was being strangled.” I’ve always been nothing but honest.

His eyes never leave the road. He doesn’t respond. He doesn’t need to. I know how much he liked it.

When we pull into our driveway, I notice Tiffany’s car. I can’t tell if she’s here for me or for Maddox.

“I hope she isn’t here for me. Once was enough with her,” he admits, and I smirk. I like that he has no desire to fuck with Tiffany again.

I get out of his car and Tiffany gives me a dirty look. She’s probably pissed over a number of things. I’m with Maddox and I think she feels like she has some claim on him. I’m wearing only his T-shirt. And I left the club without telling her what was going on.

“Here, you might want this back.” I turn my attention to Maddox and peel his shirt off. I toss it in his direction, and he smirks.

With no shame, he stops and stares at my body. His gaze always makes my body feel like it’s on fire.

He walks backwards towards his house, his eyes never leaving me until he reaches his stairs.

“What the fuck was that?” Tiffany asks. She isn’t even trying to mask her disgust with me. I don’t have the energy to care.

“I had to borrow his shirt. I was naked.” I shrug.

“What the fuck is going on between the two of you?”

“When have you ever cared about what I was doing in my personal life?”

“I thought we were friends?” She’s pouting now. She looks like a fucking idiot.

“We are, but I always only tell you what I want to. You don’t get to come over here making demands about things that don’t involve you.”

“So, now you’re fucking him too?” She completely disregards everything I just said to her.

“I’ve been fucking him. I fucked him before you did. Also, the night you came here and fucked him, I was sitting right over there on the steps, watching. He wasn’t into it. At least not with you.” I have no shame.

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