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His green eyes cut to me and without a word, his grip loosens only a little. Don’t get me wrong, it still feels like a python is wrapped around my upper arm, but at least the python is no longer trying to kill me.
The train car pulls to a stop, and we are off as soon as the doors open. We trot up the steps and out onto the streets. He’s walking at a fast pace and my legs are moving twice as fast as his, trying to keep up.
I do notice that he doesn’t slow down or move for anyone. Everyone in his path just glides out of the way for him. It’s like they can feel the danger rolling off him.
We walk about a block and a half before my body and the damages I’ve done to it over the years start to catch up with me.
“Stop, please. I have to stop.”
I pull up short and he swings around to glare at me. His eyes narrow as he watches me fight to get air into my lungs.
“You’re out of shape,” he states the obvious.
I roll my eyes but ignore his dig. “Where are you taking me?”
“Menu,” he simply replies.
“I’m sure that’s some kind of serial killer lingo, but can you dumb it down for us regular people.”
Those beautiful eyes tighten at the corners. “How about I use the language of your people. I have another John.”
My mouth falls open. I should be offended. He’s basically calling me a whore. Not to mention he has kidnapped me and threatened to kill me. However, he is speaking my language which is Ill-timed humor and dark jokes.
I fight the laugh that wants to come out and stand up straight. “Look, if you think I’m going to help you go around this city killing people then you’re crazier than I thought.”
If it’s at all possible, it feels as if he somehow gets bigger. His nostrils flare, his chest expands and the vein in his neck throbs. The eyes that are so striking turn even colder. He takes a step closer to me, blocking out the glow from the streetlight behind him.
“Do. Not. Call me crazy.”
Okay, duly noted. I nod, taking a step back from him. He turns and yanks my arm, dragging me with him.
I don’t say another word to him as we speed-walk another three blocks. By the time we stop again, I’m sweating profusely.
We stand on the sidewalk near a bunch of old abandoned textile mills. Across the street is a brick building that is meant to blend in with its surroundings but stands out like a sore thumb. It has dark gray brick siding, and black reflective glass mirrors that allow you to see out but never in. Low light wall lanterns line the front of the building like an old English manor, and then there is the unmistakable black door.
“Aces?” I say, recognizing the symbol on the black door. “What business do you have in a sex club?”
He turns to me, more of his short hairs have fallen from his man bun and are now framing his forehead and cutting through his eyesight. Even with his obscured vision I don’t miss the way his gaze roams up and down my body.
He doesn’t have to say a word, I can read what he’s thinking a mile away.
“First of all,” I say with my free hand on my hip. “Take that look off your face. My best friend has a membership here. That’s the only reason I know this place.” That’s a lie, but he doesn’t have to know that.
He smirks before turning around as if he doesn’t believe me. Smug bastard. He pulls me off the curb and heads for the front door of the building.
“Wait,” I call out, attempting to stop him.
I step in front of him, risking nearly getting trampled. Placing my hand to his chest, he looks down at it as if it’s something I picked up off the ground. I quickly remove my hand and place it at my side feeling a bit disheartened. I push forward with the reason I stopped him.
“They’re not going to let you just roll up in there. This place is entrance by membership only. And the waiting process for that membership takes months while they vet you.”
I remember the process very well while Trina was waiting for her card to come in the mail.
“I’m good,” he simply says and starts walking.
I obediently follow behind him, not like I have a choice. The death grip he has on my arm hasn’t loosened.
After getting to the door, the giant rings the doorbell on the wall. It’s at this weird moment that I realize, I don’t know his name. I’ve been calling him giant all night. As I said, my goal is to survive the night. In order to do that, I have to connect with him.
