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Who is this woman?
Amara Grace Carmichael grew up sheltered. As much as her parents didn’t like her, they didn’t let her wander around. There was always someone to look after her. A driver, her apartment building’s security guy. The private schools she attended.
Later, when she moved to her apartment downtown, she trusted things would be fine. She didn’t even own pepper spray.
And now a gun?
I look at her, at this very perfect, psychotic moment. Beautiful in her neon green dress. Her hair is as wild as her brown glittering eyes.
Amara is the sexiest, most badass woman I’ve ever come across. Her unconventional way of handling our secret is the sickest, hottest thing.
She’s our cute, compliant woman. Our adorable, dirty little cum slut.
But this part of her… Damn, I wouldn’t mind letting her roleplay every once in a while.
How could I ever think she’d hate what we do for a living?
I’m in love all over again. A teenager with hearts in my eyes.
“Amara, beautiful girl, we hear you loud and clear.” Killian outstretches his arm for her. Not for the gun. It doesn’t scare him. He wants Amara to be happy, to feel loved. “You know about the hotel. About us. And you’re strong enough to handle all of it. We shouldn’t have doubted you.”
He doesn’t care if anyone finds out about us anymore. First, he unleashed the beast in him in front of everyone in the security room. Now this.
Obviously, neither Preston nor Christopher will be getting out of here alive. They won’t gossip.
However, something tells me Killian would’ve said the exact words no matter what.
He wants her safe. He wants to be her protector. He wants her in his arms.
I want these things too.
And these assholes keep staring at her as if she’s on the menu.
“It’s okay. I understand why you kept it a secret.” She wags the gun as she speaks, and Preston lets out a pleasured groan.
“You shut the fuck up,” I snap. I don’t move, though. Don’t come at him. I enjoy watching her like this way too fucking much. “Eyes on the floor, both of you.”
They obey, and Amara continues, “I needed you to see you don’t have to hide things from me. I love killing the bad guys. I love that you own them, that everyone respects you here. Thing is, if I said that, you wouldn’t have believed me. So I did this.” She smacks Christopher’s head with the barrel of her pistol, giggling when he winces. “Now you see me. And you’re free to end their lives. I can’t wait.”
I bite on my bottom lip while playing with Cyclone. I can’t wait either. Can’t wait to hear more of what she has to say. Can’t wait to see her pistol-whip them again.
“We do see you.” Killian opens up his other arm, beckoning her to him. “Come here, love. We’ll take care of them.”
“No, no, no. You stay right there, pet.” My voice is hoarse. “You look hot as shit. Don’t move.”
“Thank you, muffin.” She sends me an air kiss with the hand holding the gun. “I’ll stay if you promise they’ll suffer. He”—Amara waves the gun at Christopher—“threatened to kill us. I heard you last night.”
“We figured you did.” Killian shoots her a rare half-smile.
“You’re fucking smiling, Killian?” Christopher growls when he hears Killian’s amusement. “You never—”
The humiliated hitman doesn’t finish his sentence. I step up behind him, kicking his back. He collapses to the floor, right on his face.
He growls in pain. I smile.
“This one”—my little pet ignores us, gesturing at Preston—“he tried to rape me.”
Killian and I step toward Preston. Her words make it so neither of us is entertained anymore. Killian punches him in the nose. I’m quick to grab the sobbing man by the hair and press Cyclone’s shiny blade to his ear.
