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inside. He had a large duffel bag slung over one shoulder, which he dropped on the ground as he shut the door behind him.
    I sat up, rubbing my eyes. “Surprised to see me?”
    “A little bit, yeah,” he said. “But glad you stayed.”
    “What did you get for me?”
    “Most of what you had on the list.” He unzipped the bag and reached inside. “I had particular fun picking these out for you.”
    He lifted up a pair of sexy black panties, smirking at me.
    I got off the couch and ran over to him, trying to snatch them away. I was angry and embarrassed all at once.
    “Those weren’t on the list,” I said.
    “So what? I couldn’t help myself when I saw these. How often do you wear them?” He smelled them. “They seem clean.”
    “You’re so gross,” I said, trying to snatch them away again. He was too tall and fast for me, though, and my hands just swiped through empty air.
    “I’d rather you let me put my nose up against the real thing, but picturing you in these is close enough.”
    I stepped back, flustered. “Did you only get me black panties, or are there real clothes in there?”
    He nodded. “Clothes, shampoo, soap, all that shit. I couldn’t find everything, but I improvised.”
    I looked through the bag, nodding. He tossed the panties down and walked into the kitchen. He got most of what I had asked for, though I saw some stuff was missing. All in all, it was pretty good.
    I picked up the bag. “I’m going to shower and get changed.”
    “Feel free.”
    “How was it there?” I asked, a little tentatively. “I mean, my dad?”
    “Gone,” he said. “Mob sent in guys to take care of him. As far as the world is concerned, your father vanished last night.”
    I nodded, biting my lip. “Okay. Good.”
    “Good?”
    “I wouldn’t want him just lying in there.”
    “I thought you hated him.”
    “I did, but he was still my father.”
    He gave me a strange look. “Yeah. I get that.” He turned back to making himself some food. “Go shower. And lock the door. I can’t promise I can control myself around those sexy panties.”
    I rolled my eyes and left. I shut the bedroom door behind me, and, after a moment’s hesitation, I locked it.
    Brooks didn’t seem like a bad guy, a killer and a cocky asshole, true, but he could have taken me at any time.
    Still, I didn’t trust him. It was going to take more than just nice words to make me really believe in him.
    I had to take care of myself above anything else right now.

7
    Brooks
    T he girl fucking cleaned up nice.
    It was the first time I saw her showered and dressed. She emerged from the bedroom a few hours later, clean as could be and wearing a pair of short jean shorts and a long white T-shirt that dipped down low in the front.
    She looked fucking gorgeous, even sexier than I had realized when she wasn’t wearing my sweatpants or staring at me with terror in her eyes.
    The sun had set hours ago, and I was mentally preparing myself for the job. I had to leave soon, even though this was the last fucking thing I wanted to do.
    She sat down on the couch with me. I knocked back a drink and held the bottle out to her. She accepted it wordlessly, sipping straight.
    “I got a job tonight,” I said.
    She nodded. “Okay. What kind of job?”
    “Security. I’ll be late.”
    “What am I supposed to do?”
    “Sit around here. Keep looking as fucking sexy as you do right now.”
    “I take it you don’t have any better idea how to help me yet?”
    “Not yet,” I grunted, shaking my head.
    She lapsed into another silence.
    “But I will soon. You just have to sit tight.”
    “Yeah. Sit tight and hope some stranger can magically save me.”
    I stood up. “Pretty much.”
    “You understand why this is hard for me to swallow, right?”
    “I get it. Never said you didn’t have a right to be angry. You didn’t deserve this.”
    She lapsed into another silence as I went into the kitchen and got my gun. I checked it, loaded it, and slipped it