The Killer (Bad Boys) Read Free

to keep a cool head. I’d left her there alone after the day that she’d had, that was fucked.
    I’ve spent my life protecting others, maybe that’s why she’s playing so heavy on my heart. I’ve seen the effects of death on others, seen grown men collapse into themselves after witnessing less horrors than she had today.
    I still didn’t know what the fuck I was going to do with her. There was no way I could release her, she knew too much. In truth I should’ve killed her along with her dad, the fact that I’d kept her alive told me that I’d already made up my mind whether I knew it or not.
    Standing over her, I took in her beauty, all those cur ls spread out across the pillow, her slightly tanned skin, and most of all, those lips that were full and enticing, with their natural pinkish tone.
    I had no qualms about fucking her, none whatsoever, the way I felt in that moment, I would’ve awakened her and taken her then and there, knowing that she would put up a fight.
    Something held me back though; some inner emotion that I couldn’t quite identify wouldn’t let me brutalize her to assuage my anger against her old man. She was so fucking gorgeous though, too beautiful to just put a bullet in her head. What a fucking waste.
    I was looking dead at her when those cerulean orbs of hers opened and looked right into mine. I braced myself for her anger and venom. What I wasn’t expecting was the smile that broke out across her face. What in the fuck?

 
    She stretched her arms above her head with no care for the tight lacy top that rode up around her middle revealing the soft flesh of her belly. What was she doing? I stood back a little from the bed when she put her feet on the floor and shoved them into her shoes.
    She clutched at her head as she made to stand, and I got a feeling in the pit of my gut. I wasn’t sure if what I was thinking was wrong with her was better or worse for her. I waited for her to make the next move, only then will I know if what I suspected was true or not.
    When she’d first clutched her head, I knelt at her feet. “What is it love?” I kept my voice low and non-threatening so as not to spook her.
    “I don’t…are you…?” She looked at her hand and down at mine and I had no idea what she was doing. The answer wasn’t long in coming.
    “Are you my husband? Of course you’re not, you’re too gorgeous.” She laughed a little at that before studying me seriously. “I’m sorry, but I seem to have forgotten who I am.”
    Well fuck.

Chapter 6
     
     
    Two hours later, I still hadn’t decided what to tell her. I’d had the family doctor come and take a look at her. His advice was that she wasn’t suffering physically, but she had amnesia. His suggestion, do not force her memory, let it come to her naturally. The situation to say the least is fucked up.
    I just offed this girl’s dad in front of her, and hours later she’s giving me the sweetest smiles and acting as though we’re lovers. I’m not quite sure about that last, she hasn’t done anything overtly sexual, but there’s a vibe there that I know spells fucking trouble.
    To top it all off, she wasn’t making it easy. I think this might be her natural way, this light, carefree, almost bubbly personality. But each time she touched my hand, or ran her fingers through my hair, my dick took notice.
    I hadn’t really planned on finding a woman in the middle of this chaos, and the circumstances of our meeting wasn’t conducive to a healthy relationship. And what the fuck am I thinking?
    I’ve never had time for the whole settling down, let’s get serious bullshit. I figured after my stint in the Navy was over, to get ma off my back, I’d find some nice, unassuming type and settle down, have a few kids.
    There’s nothing unassuming about Natalia. “Are you sure I can’t help? I think I know how to do this.” We’re in the kitchen cooking, or more to the point, I’m cooking.
    I put her on a stool at the breakfast