“You already got dangerous men on my ass, so what’s one more, right? I’ll go with you this one time. I’ll get the information I need, and you get whatever you need from him.” I never told her I needed anything from him, but I think she can sense I’m involved with this man for a reason. “Afterwards, we can pretend to break up. You can actually get out of my life while you’ re at it, maybe take Max and them with you, and that will be the end of it.” I cock a brow, and her eyes latch onto the movement. It’s not that simple when it comes to the underbelly of society. When you’re dealing with seriously evil people, you don’t just get out. Mark has his eyes on Addie, whether she realizes it or not. And if we “break up”—which would never fucking happen—she’s free game. Instead of saying all that, I just nod. “You'll come with me just this once. You'll be safe and protected. And afterwards, I promise that Mark will never see you again.” Because I’m going to kill him. I just need to ride this out a bit longer until I can get the information I need. “And the rest?” she pushes, thinning her eyes. “If you’re expecting me to say that we’re going to break up, you’re more delusional than you believe me to be. There will never be an end to me and you. But I can assure you Max is not going to be a problem any longer. He and I had a nice little talk, and he's promised to be a good boy.” Her eyes round. “Did you threaten him?” “Well, what else would I do, baby? Ask him nicely and say pretty please?” Her lip curls. “You probably just made him angrier.” “If he miraculously develops a pair that are bigger than the ping pong balls he's got swinging between his legs and tries to hurt you, he'll be taken care of.” She wrinkles her nose, and I don’t think she can decide if she wants to question how I know what size his balls are. I’d rather not relive that nightmare. “Taken care of how? You’re going to murder him too?” “Of course I am. Slowly, too. Start with snipping the Achille’s heel so he can’t run, and then—” “That's fucked up, you're going to jail,” she cuts in, disgust curling her lip. “Actually, I hope you go to prison and are sentenced to death.” She turns with a snarl, but she doesn’t make it a step before my hand snaps out, capturing her arm and whipping her back around, directly into my chest. Addie inhales sharply, her eyes dilating as I seize the back of her neck with one hand and grab her delectable ass with the other, lifting her up against my body. "Will you be my last meal, baby?”