All Hail - J. Bree Page 0,55

and then nods, a small smile curling up the edges of her mouth. “I have a studio back at my house. With the gym, down by the pool house. I haven’t shown you down there… I don’t think you’ve made it past the fridge?”

The little sly grin on her face while she snarks playfully at me is fucking perfect and I can’t help but play back at her, even with Diarmuid sitting there waiting to die. “Forgive me, Queenie, you’ll have to draw me a map to get down there.”

The smirk on her face grows, her eyes glowing up at me even in the dark and it strikes me again just how fucking gorgeous she really is. How the fuck someone like her might be interested in someone like me… fucking confusing but I’m not a man to let a good thing go and she might just be the fucking best thing.

Even with her obsession with that fucking asshole the Crow, she’s still going to be the best fucking thing that ever happened to me and I don’t give a fuck who I have to kill for her.

It’s going to hurt a whole lot to give this kill over to her but I will.

“So how are you going to do this, Queenie? Do you want a knife, baseball bat? I’d offer you a gun but that’s not all that smart in this tiny room.”

She blinks at me. And then she blinks some more. Finally, she finds her voice, “There is absolutely no fucking way that I’m swinging a bat at that man. I’ve managed to go nineteen years without knowing what that looks like and I’d like to keep that streak going, thank you very much.”

I shrug. “Knife it is. Did you bring yours or do you want to borrow one of mine? I don’t usually let people touch my shit but I’ll make an exception for you.”

She rolls her eyes at me but it’s a fucking cute gesture. “No, idiot, I’m not going to be doing this killing at all. I’m glad you tracked him down but I want to smash some plates and tear the carpet in my bedroom up… not crack a skull open and be covered in blood. I have people for that kind of thing, I don’t do it myself.”

Huh.

I wasn’t expecting that. I mean, I know she hates blood and anything gross but there’s always been a ruthless edge to her, a cut-throat nature about her that I always thought she’d need his death for herself.

I totally misjudged bringing her here but he has to die today. “The longer I leave him tied up like this the more chances there are for shit to go wrong. I need to take care of it if you don’t want to. I didn’t want to take this away from you after what he did.”

She reaches out to squeeze my hand. “I don’t need to kill him. That’s very sweet of you but knowing that he’s dead is more than enough for me. I can go wait out in the car.”

I smirk and grab her elbow as she turns away from me. “Queenie, there’s no way you can go wait out in the car for me down here. You’ll get fucking kidnapped and ransomed and then the Wolf would come down here breathing fire like she wants to burn the entire fucking city to the ground.”

She smirks and shrugs because I’m saying nothing but solid truth. “So you want me to just… stand here and watch? I’m not going to do that. I honestly can’t think of anything worse, do you have any idea how rare these shoes are? Hand crafted by artisans with only the finest leather, there’s no way I’m going to let you get blood all over them. No way, O’Cronin.”

I shrug and walk over to the far side of the container, enjoying the snarl that Diarmuid forced out of his mouth around the gag. There’s a small collection of weapons and some supplies for cleaning up. I’d made sure to have a full plastic body suit for Avery in case she wanted to do the kill herself but was worried about the mess.

Who am I kidding?

Of course, she’d be worried about the mess.

I grab the spare folding chair and one of the plastic sheets because I doubt she’s going to be all that happy to sit on the seat without one. I get it set up for her as close to the door as