Freed (Bad Boy Hitman Romance) (28 page)

I was getting an out.

“This is a one-time offer, Kyle.” She extended her hand, palm up. “Give me the gun and leave.”

“And what about Rebecca and Tanner and - ”

“This organization is going to be moving forward and not looking back. As long as they’re gone, they’ll stay gone.”

I nodded. “All right. Good-bye mother.” I passed the gun, saying good-bye to the life I’d known for the past 24 years. And the thing was, I didn’t feel the least bit of regret over it. Instead, all I felt was freedom.

It felt damned good.

Chapter 30

Rebecca

“I can’t go back to that room,” Vanessa said, sitting across from me at the Burger King, picking at her home-style breakfast but not really eating. Mine was pretty much gone already, because I was fucking famished. It had been a long night. Not long after the police arrived, the Detective Chapman showed up, and hence began an all-night interview or interrogation, whatever you’d like to call it.

“We couldn’t if we wanted to. It’s a crime scene, remember?”

She nodded, her eyes filling with tears.

I was too tired to coddle her, but what could I do? It was partially my fault she was put in this situation. “I have money saved. We’ll just find an apartment off campus. No big deal. Until that time, the Holiday Inn will work.”

“Yeah.” She sniffed and blew her nose on a napkin. “The whole thing – ”

“Is over,” I cut in. I was about to give her a little pep talk when my phone buzzed, notifying me of an incoming text message. Pulling my phone from my handbag, I looked down at the screen. It was Kyle, and I would be lying if I were to say I wasn’t relieved.

Kyle: I’m going to be on the next flight home. We board in a few hours. Are you all right? Someone was sent there for you.

Rebecca: It’s taken care of.

Kyle: What do you mean?

Rebecca: I mean he came for me, and now, he’s dead.

The was a long pause before he replied.

Kyle: That’s my girl. We’ll talk about it when I get home. For now, delete all messages.

Rebecca: Okay. We’re going to be staying at the Holiday Inn.

And that was the end of the conversation.

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“I’m really exhausted, but I don’t think I could sleep if I wanted to,” Vanessa said, plunking herself down onto the double bed next to mine.

“It was a rough ordeal.” And I’d be able to sleep like a baby, that is if Vanessa would just hush so I could.

“It makes no sense, not really.”

“Crazy people don’t make sense,” I said. Vanessa seemed to have forgotten a lot of what had happened the day before. She was in shock. I hoped it remained that way. Things seemed to be going down as I’d hoped. The detective told me personally they were going to do a little more investigation, but from what it appeared, the shooting was being pinned on Cain. Of course, it helped I told them he’d admitted it to me.

“I guess…”

“You’ve taken the courses I have. You know the psychology behind it.”

She finished brushing her damp hair and set the brush on the night side table. “Yeah, I suppose you’re right.”

I gave her a reassuring smile. “I know I’m right.”

Lying back on the bed, she didn’t bother getting under the blankets. She just closed her eyes. Despite saying she didn’t think she could fall
 
asleep, she was out within five minutes.

My phone buzzed, and I pulled it out of my back jeans pocked. It was Kyle.

Kyle: Flight just landed. Where are you?

Rebecca: Vanessa and I are sharing a room.

Kyle: Where?

I typed the address and room number.

Kyle: I’ll be there in about an hour.

Rebecca: How did it go?

Kyle: It’s going to be okay. I love you, Rebecca.

Staring at the screen, my finger hovered over the buttons on my phone as a wide smile spread across my lips. It was the first time I’d seen it in written form before.

Kyle: Still there?

Rebecca: I love you too.

Kyle: See you soon.

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TT
 
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Kyle

What a fucking long couple of days.
 
I let out of sigh of relief as the cab pulled into the parking lot of the Holiday Inn. Going through customs at the airport had proven to be a challenge. No doubt I looked like death run over with a dump truck. I’d taken a quick shower and changed my clothing before leaving the manor. As I left, several of my mother’s guards were entering. They walked past me as if I didn’t exist.

Clean-up in aisle 1.

I hadn’t seen her shoot my father, but I’d heard the gun go off. Three shots. I didn’t feel a thing, aside from relief. I was moving on.

Paying the cabbie, I hopped out and grabbed my carry-on suitcase from the trunk. It was past midnight, and the only person on the desk was a young man who was lucky to be eighteen, complete with a severe case of acne across his cheeks and bridge of his nose.

“Hi, I’m looking for a room for the night,” I said as approached him.

The man-kid was so busy playing with his smart phone, he didn’t even bother to look up at me. He passed a clipboard across the counter saying, “fill this out please.” He pressed a few more buttons on his phone as I began to fill out the application and then after a moment, switched over to his computer. “A double bed good for you?”

“It’s fine.”

Once the form was filled out, I passed it back to him along with my credit card. Once complete, I made my way to the assigned room, which as luck would have it was just a few doors down the hallway from Rebecca and Vanessa. God, I was excited to see Rebecca again. It seemed a hell of a lot longer than a couple of days. I generally craved excitement, but at this current moment, with my body bruised and sore, all I craved was the feel of her naked body cuddled next to mine. A few days, fuck perhaps a week or two, would be just what the doctor ordered. Not literally, of course.

Dumping my carry-on in the room assigned to me, I made my way to the room number Rebecca had texted me, verifying before I knocked.

I gave three gentle knocks and waited. There was the faint patter of someone coming to the door and then it was thrown open, revealing a very tired looking, yet enthusiastic Rebecca. My gaze dipped to the glint of silver in her hand, a gun. Good girl, she wasn’t opening the door unarmed.

“Kyle!” She threw herself into my arms, and I groaned out load as the impact of her body caused a tidal wave of pain through me. “Of shit, I’m so sorry!” She pulled back from me quickly, but I held onto her arms and pulled her back into my embrace, just taking care not to hold her too tightly.

“It’s good to see you.”

“You too,” she murmured against my neck, placing a string of butterfly kisses from my collarbone to my jaw and then across until her lips captured mine.

Damn, she tasted so good, so fresh, like peppermint. And her perfume, while lightly applied, drifted to my nose, an enticing floral, yet fruity scent. My hands slipped down her back which was covered in a t-shirt sans the bra and to her bottom covered only in a pair of lace panties. Cupping her ass cheeks in my hands, I pulled her pelvis tight against my dick. Even though every inch of me ached, I couldn’t help but need her body next to mine.

“What happened when I left?” I asked.

“Lots.” She looked back over her shoulder at Vanessa who was sleeping in the room.

“I’ve got a room next door.”

“I’m going to tell Vanessa. She’s pretty worked up. If she wakes up and I’m gone, she’ll think I’ve been kidnapped again. She knows you’re coming, but still.”

I could imagine.

She disappeared into the room, woke Vanessa, who didn’t seem to be overly concerned she was leaving, though exhaustion was more of a factor I suspected, and then came back to me.

“She’s fine?” I only halfway cared, my main concern had been and still was Rebecca.

“She’s too tired to care.” Rebecca gave me a rueful smile and closed the door behind her as she stepped out into the hallway.

“So what happened with Cain?”

Rebecca shrugged as if we were just shooting the shit. “He showed up. I waited for an opportunity and took it.”

“A little more information would be helpful.”

“Vanessa freaked out, distracting him, and I took the chance and stabbed the bastard in the throat. It worked out nicely because the shooting got pinned on him. It’s a closed case.”

“Just like that.” I swiped the card key into the door of my room, and a soft beep sounded as the red light turned green. Grabbing the handle, I twisted it and pushed the door open, allowing Rebecca to enter before me.

“They had no leads. He attempted to abduct us. He was armed. It all fit, so they ran with it. I embellished a bit.”

Cocking a brow up at her, I waited for her to continue.

“I told them he admitted it to me. Vanessa was so hysterical she could neither confirm or deny. They took my word on it.” She grinned. “So your turn, what in the hell happened to you?”

“My father decided
 
I wasn’t being straight with him.”

“Which you weren’t.”

“Which I wasn’t.” I grinned and agreed. “So, I was sent downstairs to be taught a lesson.”

“Is that why you’re hurting?”

“He taught me pretty good.” Pulling my t-shirt up and over my head, I displayed my array of bruises.

She cringed. “God, I don’t want to see the other guy.” She pulled off her clothing as she walked over to the bed.

“Yeah, it didn’t end well for him.”