stealthily leave.
I SHOULDN’T DRINK SO MUCH . I won’t tell Devon I’ve left this old hag in here for six hours. I need to stay high on the latest mark for as long as possible, which causes me to zone out for long periods of time.
Old people are surprisingly durable. They have lived a long fucking life and survived it, after all. A little gasp leaves her mouth when I enter the room. Devon can’t take a life, he’s too soft. Killing Courtney broke something inside him, or perhaps that broke the rest of him. Our father had a way of chipping away at him, his main threat. “If you speak about what happens in this house, I’ll open up your meat shirt and show you my fist crushing your traitorous heart.”
Hmm, fond memories.
I grab the old girl by her hair and drag her to her feet. I don’t waste time playing with her; she’s too frail to enjoy toying with. I snap her neck and sling her over my shoulder. She’s heavier than I assumed she’d be.
“Like having biscuits with your sweet tea, huh, Grandma?” I mock, slapping her dead ass.
I dump her at the bottom of the stairs in her own house, hoping her death will look accidental. This shit is unacceptable. He’s acting carelessly which isn’t like him. This whole fucking mark has him acting weird. The sooner I finish this the better.
I SIGH UNDER MY BREATH when I catch Mr. Ilavich peering over the fence to my right. Although he’s harmless, he’s constantly trying to become friendlier than I really want. At over double my age, I really can’t figure out what we would have in common that would merit a friendship.
“Nina?”
I push my sunglasses into my hair, sliding my bangs back on my head, and smile at him. “Good morning Mr. Ilavich.”
His eyes roam over my body and my skin blanches in my small bikini. Just once I would appreciate some privacy in my own back yard as I try and get a tan to my pale skin. “Just letting you know I’ll be leaving this afternoon for a couple of days.”
“Oh, taking a Vacation?” I ask as I can’t hold back the smile. My wish has been granted.
He shakes his head. “Not really, just a business trip. I was wondering if you could feed Teddy.”
I grimace. Teddy is Mr. Ilavich’s Chihuahua, and an evil little shit at that, but he always feeds Ginger when I’m working late so I can’t refuse. I nod and force a smile. “Of course.”
“You’re an angel.” I nod and slide down my glasses¸ hoping he’ll take the hint, but he doesn’t. “I will only be a couple of days.”
I nod again, not giving him the satisfaction of a conversation, but as always, the man is unwavering. “Oh by the way . . .” He pauses and waits. “Nina?”
Once again, I glide my glasses onto my head and look at him. Once again, his gaze creeps over my body then back to my face. “You had a parcel delivered. Just a minute.”
He disappears. Grabbing the moment, I hook up my sandals and run into the house, quietly closing the door so he doesn’t hear, and run up the stairs. It isn’t long before his familiar tap echoes on the glass in the back door. “Nina?”
I hang out of the bathroom window. “I’m sorry, Mr. Ilavich, but I think I’ve had too much sun. I’m vomiting like a rabid dog.” He grimaces which makes my lips twitch. “Can you leave the parcel by the door, please? I’ll fetch it in a while.” Without waiting for him to answer, I shut the window and giggle to myself at the picture of his face.
I’m not normally rude but my patience is wearing thin. He needs friends his own age.
I give the toilet another flush to make it convincing then leave the bathroom and flop onto my bed. The week has been tiring. One of the girls at the club got the virus that’s going around, and because I need the cash, I put my name down for all her shifts. Today is my first day off in ten days and I’m adamant my neighbor is not going to spoil my relaxing time.
Deeming it safe, I venture downstairs, my grumbling belly telling me