Six(73)

“Why the sudden curiosity?”

“Well, according to all your buddies, I am a cat.”

Nothing. Seemed he would still only answer some questions.

He sighed and glanced at the rearview mirror. “When we get in there, stay behind me.”

I glanced back as well. “You don’t trust him?”

“I don’t trust anyone.”

Walked right into that response.

“Changing the subject won’t stop my questions, you know.”

He glanced at me. “Yes, you’ve been annoying me with them for two months. I’ve already told you too much.”

“Who am I going to tell?”

With another right, we pulled into a parking lot, the sign lit up in the headlights—Clark County Nevada Coroner’s Office.

There were only a handful of cars in the parking lot and only a few more than that of illuminated windows in the building. Six pulled a silencer out of the glovebox and screwed it on the end of his gun.

I pulled the door handle, popping the door open, but Six grabbed on to my arm. The look in his eyes when I met them was the same deadly cool and calm from when he burst into my lab.

“Don’t try anything. Don’t say anything. You are here for one reason and one reason only. Anything out of line, and you’ll be just another body in the wreckage.”

I nodded as a shiver ran through me. The relaxed atmosphere evaporated. Business. And I was a loose end.

After nine weeks, there was no way anyone would believe my story. In fact, it was getting harder and harder to see that even if I got away from Six, I’d ever be able to return to my old life.

Bottom line—I’d never be normal again, let alone see my family and friends.

Yes, I’d come to accept my situation. In fact, I’d almost turned into someone else. Paisley Warren seemed like a distant memory, while Lacey Collins was globe trotting with a hard-core bad boy sex god.

Sex god? Really, Paisley?

Asshole did have me there. I placed all the blame on having f*cked one of his alter egos when we met. It totally messed me up.

Seven got out of his car, his eyes flashing to me before he stepped up next to Six.

“I was able to hack into their system earlier today.”

“No cameras, then?”

Seven nodded. “I was going to wait until the morning, but due to the location…” he looked around to the built-up area “…this works better.”

In the back of the building was an employee entrance that required a card to enter. Just as I was about to scold myself for not thinking of it, Seven pulled a blank card out of a backpack and swiped it. The lights on the keypad changed to green and the lock clicked open.

Good thing killers came prepared, because I really didn’t want to come back when there were more people.

It hit me then, really hard.

Everyone in the building was going to die. They weren’t going to let anyone out alive, all to cover up the death of one of their Killing Corps buddies.

My hands shook as we walked down the hall. When we reached the lobby, I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. There was the familiar suppressed bang of a silenced gun and the sound of a body falling to the ground.

I opened my eyes and glanced over, instantly wishing I hadn’t. Slumped against a filing cabinet was a man, probably in his thirties, with dark skin and a small hole in the center of his forehead. There was a splatter of red on the wall behind him and some bits that I recognized as brain matter.

My stomach turned.

I wasn’t made for unfeeling killing. Gruesome I could handle, but being there, standing next to the person who did it, knowing I would be sleeping in the same bed as him, his arms around me…

But it wasn’t the first time. That wasn’t the first person he’d killed in front of me and f*cked me soon after.

Even with as lax as things had become, almost normal routines, I was still a captive even with my new companion status. The threat of death is what kept me beside him as much as I kept myself.

I tried to push the image out of my mind as we made our way through the building.

Tried not to think of my family and friends.

“The morgue is this way,” Seven said, directing us to the large metal doors at the end of the hall.

There was another swipe pad by the door, but his magical electronic skeleton key didn’t work.

“Looks like we need help,” Six said.

They changed direction, heading to the other end of the long corridor to one of the few lights on. The first room was empty, or at least seemed that way, as were the next two. Finally, at the far end, there was not one, but three people.

Two snaps as Seven and Six walked in, followed by a shrill scream.

“Get her card,” Six said, his tone leaving no confusion on who he was talking to or room for debate.

I stepped between them, trying not to look at either of their fresh kills or into the eyes of their next victim.

But then I did look and there was a gasp along with my name, my real name, slipping from her lips. “Paisley?”

Fuck.

No.

I looked into soft, familiar olive green eyes. Her brown hair was up in the most perfect mussy bun like she always wore it.

Marissa Wade.

“Rissa?”

Complete and total shock rolled through me. I blinked at her as I covered my mouth. Tears started to fill my eyes.