Total pages in book: 35
Estimated words: 33029 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 165(@200wpm)___ 132(@250wpm)___ 110(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 33029 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 165(@200wpm)___ 132(@250wpm)___ 110(@300wpm)
Maybe I spent my entire life training for this one kill. I didn’t have much of a life before I got to college, but I left my past job so I could find a future and now I have one with Quinn. Funny how that works out. I shove my hands into my pockets and begin to whistle, knowing I’m right where I belong. With her.
Chapter Twenty-Two
Quinn
“Are you sure you’re not Superman?” I ask Daman as I put my phone down on the counter. That call went a whole lot easier than I thought it was going to. The first time I called him Clark Kent, Daman hadn’t found it so funny. He thought I was calling him another man’s name. I immediately made him sit down and watch a million DC movies with me. This is when I realized how naïve he really was about the world. I may be that way in some things, too. We balance each other out, I guess.
He grabs me, lifting me from the ground and setting me on the counter. He’s always so freaking fast. I rest my hands on his shoulders, still having to tilt my head back to look at him. His glasses are long gone, letting me look directly into his gorgeous blue eyes.
He may not be a man of many words but I can see everything in his eyes. It took me a while to learn how to read him but now that I know how, it makes all the difference. He doesn’t hide anything from me. If I ask him something he’ll tell me. There are still some things I leave alone.
“It went well?” he asks.
“I think you already talked to him.” I let out a small laugh. My dad showed up a day after the murder at my apartment complex freaking out. Daman and his superpowers calmed him down. Everyone got a whole lot calmer once the cops started sharing more about the handyman’s murder along with what they found on his computer.
I don’t think the cops are actively looking for anyone in particular. The list of suspects was way too long. They had found so much incriminating evidence that it sounded as though they were leaning towards it being one of the victims of his crimes or possibly a victim's family member getting their own form of justice.
“He also thinks it’s a good idea that we live together. Said after everything that happened, it would make him feel better knowing you’re safe.”
I try to stop the laugh but my whole body shakes with it.
Daman has been saying I should move in with him from almost the first night I crashed at his place. I do practically live there now. Yet, taking all of my stuff over there is really making it final. It feels like a new chapter of my life is starting.
“He knows I’ll look after you. That I’d do anything to keep you safe. Always.” He leans down, his mouth brushing against mine in a soft kiss. This is true. Daman will make sure not a hair on my head will ever be harmed. My dad either has some sort of trust in Daman or he’s learning he doesn’t have much of a choice in what I do in my life. It is mine to live.
“Incoming!” Trin shouts as she walks through the open front door. Two moving men are carrying a giant desk. She decided to turn my room into an office. I told Daman that I’d be a dick if I just moved out on her. Before I could tell him no to moving in with him, he was paying off not only my share of the rent but Trin’s, too.
I have no idea how much money he made as a hitman but I don’t think money is something we’re going to have to worry about. Not that it matters. All I want is to spend my life with him by my side.
“Don’t be doing it on the kitchen counter.” Trin winks at me.
“Then I guess we should go.” Daman throws me over his shoulder, making me laugh as he carries me out of the apartment and down the stairs. I think I got everything I needed. It’s not like I can't come back. I try to lift up, but Daman smacks my ass so I smack his back in return.
“Put me down, Clark.”
He smacks my ass again. This time it’s a little harder. I squeeze my legs together, the sensation of his hand going straight to my clit. I hear him mumble a curse as he puts me down onto my feet.
“In.” He opens the car door. I can tell from the look in his eyes this is not the time to tease him. I jump in the car, wanting the same thing. Needing him as much as he needs me.