The Black Wolf (In the Company of Killers, #5)(89)

“I’m not giving you the money for the sex,” I tell her. “I just want you to get yourself out of that shithole of an apartment of yours; buy yourself something nice; maybe take that niece of yours to Disneyland, or whatever little kids like to do—that Harry Potter f*ckin’ wonderland, I don’t know—just go out and have a good time.”

She’s not smiling anymore, just looking at me like she doesn’t know what to do or say.

“I don’t understand.” She wipes a tear from her face.

“Hey, none of that emotional shit,” I tell her. “It makes me uncomfortable.” She smiles and I reach out and wipe another tear from her face, and then I smile too. “I just think you’re a good friend, Jackie, and those are kind of hard to find.”

She lays her head on my thigh.

“Who knew?” she says, a playful gleam in her eye.

“Who knew what?”

She grins.

“That a man whore and * like you could be so…sweet.”

I wrap my hand in her hair, pulling her head from my leg. “You ever f*cking call me sweet again—”

“What are you gonna do?” she taunts. “Sweet, sweet, sweet Niklas.”

I crawl on top of her, pull off her panties.

“I do whatever I want,” I say and kiss her hard and then go down between her legs.

I do whatever I want…because I’m my own person. And I’ll fight for whatever I need to make me whole. Whoever I need to make me whole.