Page 29 of Himbo Hitman
He’s half sitting on my wet bar, skeleton mouth mask in place, hood up, one elbow propped on his knee, while the other hand holds his gun loosely between his legs.
“You pinky swore,” he says, which catches me off guard.
“Yeah, well, lucky for me, we’re not in kindergarten, and that means shit all.”
His heavy eyebrows pull tight. “It means something to me.”
“If I can get over the ear thing, you can get over that,” I throw back dryly. The fact he’s trying to make out like this is a totally normal conversation and that his gun isn’t here to make me feel threatened pisses me off enough to keep the fear away.
“You forgive me?” he asks.
If I didn’t know better, I’d say he lights up, but it’s hard to tell anything when half of his face is covered. “No. This isn’t the type of thing you get to be forgiven for.”
“But technically, it was an accident.”
He’s got to be kidding me. “It was only an accident because you missed my fucking head.”
“Ahappyaccident.” He groans and rubs his head through his hood. “I was hoping we could move on from all that.”
“Moveon? Is there something wrong with you?”
“My sister would tell you there’s plenty.”
I latch onto that detail. “You have a sister.”
He twitches, realizing he’s said more than he should have. “Uh, no?”
“Youjustsaid.”
“Well, maybe I was throwing you off.” His hand twitches tighter on the gun. “It doesn’t matter anyway.”
“Why not?”
“Because you broke our promise. Which means that Ihaveto kill you.”
My fear kicks up a notch. “You don’t have to do anything.”
“But you’re making me.”
“I’m not,” I hurry to say. “Look, I needed to ask you a question. That’s it. All I’ve done since that night is come here or stay home. Only one person has seen me in that time.”
“Plus everyone in the cafe.”
My eyes narrow a little. “You’ve been following me.”
“Umm, yes. Obviously. What else would I have been doing?”
“That’s fucking creepy.”
“You didn’t keep your word!”
The slight whine in his tone makes me laugh. “Now who’s hung up on small details?”
He looks at me expectantly, and it takes a second to figure out why he’s waiting. “You want me to apologize for that?”
“I thought we had an understanding.”
“You. Shot. Me.”
