"No," Storm snapped. "You aimed a gun at my woman. You're lucky I haven't snapped your scrawny neck."
She tried to kick his stomach. "My neck is not scrawny. At least I have a neck."
Ice straightened, his expression turning dark. "Care to explain yourself? You should know better than to aim anything at my sister. Except compliments. Those are always acceptable."
"They happened to be there," she said with a sigh. "It was Sierra they wanted. I made sure they saw me and got out of the way."
I glanced at Jay, who shrugged.
"It might be true," he said. "It all happened so fast."
She lifted her head and glared at him. "Of course it's true. I'm not a liar."
I snorted. "Just a killer."
"A girl has to eat," she protested. "Can I go now?"
"Who hired you?" Ice asked. "Why did they want you to kill her?"
"I didn't stick around to ask questions," she insisted. "You know how it works. They wanted it taken care of and I did it. Do you think I wanted to kill her? She was one of the nice ones." She flopped her head back down against Storm's shoulder.
"Who's they?" Frost asked.
"Unless you'd like to enjoy an extended stay here, I'd find the answer to the question," Ice suggested. "Like I said, I was getting bored with this prick." He jerked his thumb at the man who was still frantically typing.
"I don't know, but she was tight with India," Milly said. "And India was tight with that Dominic King guy. He'd been… You know, visiting her, if you get what I mean."
"Fucking her," I said. "It might have been him who wanted Sierra killed. To keep her from telling anyone what India told her."
"I'm not naming names because I don't want to end up dead, but yes," Milly said. She let out a long, defeated sigh. "You might as well kill me. If he knows I’m here, I'm dead already."
"Do you often kill people for Dominic King?" Frost asked.
"Or anyone else?" Dallas added.
"I work for whoever hires me," she said. "I had a bad feeling about this one from the start. I should have listened to my instincts."
"She's mostly harmless," Ice said. "Just a pawn for the higher ups. King wouldn't care if we cut her throat and threw her into the bay. Neither would Reuben Brantley, or Daze."
"Exactly, I'm nobody," Milly said. She looked back up again, a ray of hope in her eyes. "You could help me disappear. I don't mean kill me; just, I don't know, let me take off out of Dusk Bay. I promise I'll get the hell out and stay out of your way. Or I could work for you. I'm good at doing all sorts of shit."
She looked around at all of us. "I didn't mean it when I said you don't have a neck." She twisted around to look back at Storm. "You totally have a neck. Actually, you kinda smell good." She took a long sniff.
He jerked his shoulder back and forth. "Stop that. You don't get to smell me."
"Not my fault," she said. "You're the one holding me over your shoulder. I have nowhere to go but here. If you put me down, I'll go wherever you want me to go. You never have to see me again if you don't want to."
I glanced over to Ramsey and Ice. I found it hard not to like her, but letting her go wasn't my call to make. It seemed to me like she got in over her head and now all she wanted to do was get out of it. I could relate to that.
"I suppose we can let you go," Ice conceded finally.
"Yes." She fist pumped the air. "I'll stay out of your way, promise."
"And you won't take any jobs to kill anyone in this room," Ramsey added. "Otherwise you're as good as dead."
"Noted," she said. "No killing any of you. Not even that asshole?" She glanced over to the man who stopped typing to stare at us. He started again when he realised we were looking.
"He's all mine," Ice said. "Storm, you can put her down."
