Kissing the Killer: A Bad Boy Mafia Romance (Barone Crime Family) Read Online Free PDF Page B

bringing shit home. I couldn’t stop it, so I mostly stayed in my own room when I was home.”
    “How does someone get like that?”
    She was silent for a minute as I put some coffee on and then began making eggs. It was pretty much all I had, anyway. I was going to have to get some more food if Emma was going to stay here.
    “Happened slowly,” she said. “After my mom died, he just fell apart.”
    “Sounds like what happened with my mom,” I commented, not thinking about it, “except my dad ran out on her, and she decided a slow suicide by drinking was the way to go.”
    “My mom died from cigarettes.”
    “Looks like we have a lot in common, a tragic fucking past and a fucked-up present.”
    “At least you’re not a prisoner.”
    I grinned at her. “Do prisoners get fucking eggs cooked for them plus free coffee?”
    “Yeah,” she said. “They feed you in prison.”
    I couldn’t help but laugh. “Well, this will be better than prison food.”
    “I doubt it.”
    She dropped back into a sullen silence, and I couldn’t help but glance at her as I cooked. She was looking out the window, a frown on her face. I couldn’t blame the girl for being upset, what with everything going down the fucking way it did.
    I finished cooking, poured two mugs of coffee, and sat down across from her, putting the plates down. “Dig in,” I said.
    She picked at the eggs, but she drank the coffee.
    “What do we do from here?” she asked finally.
    “What do you mean?”
    “Well, aren’t you supposed to show them my corpse or something?”
    I nodded. “Yeah, I am.”
    “Seeing as how you say you won’t kill me, that sounds like a problem.”
    “We have time,” I said.
    “How long?”
    I shrugged. “A few days.”
    “Not much time.”
    “I’ll work it out. Trust me, girl, I’ve been in worse situations.”
    “Have you?” She leaned back in her chair. “I haven’t. Actually, this is the most fucked-up situation I’ve ever been in.”
    “Fair point.” I sipped my coffee. “You always this pissed off?”
    “Only when I’m stuck eating breakfast with my father’s killer.”
    “Don’t act like you miss that abusive fucking bastard.”
    “I don’t,” she said. “If I could walk away from this right now, I’d thank you. Unfortunately, I’m stuck with you.”
    “I saw the way you looked at me,” I said, smirking at her. “Last night when I took my shirt off. It’s not so bad, being stuck with me.”
    “You cocky asshole.”
    “Step down off your pedestal, girl. I saved your damn life, and I’m trying to figure out a way to keep us both alive.”
    She was silent for a second, chewing her lip. Finally, she sighed and seemed to relax. “Okay,” she said. “I get it. You saved my life.”
    “I didn’t put you in that house. I just didn’t pull the fucking trigger like I was supposed to.”
    “I’m not going to thank you.”
    “I’m not asking you to. Just quit looking at me like you want to stab a knife in my throat.”
    A small smile softened her hard expression. “I’m not looking at you like that.”
    “Maybe not. Maybe you’d rather I sank my thick cock between those legs of yours.”
    “Now you’re even further from the truth.”
    I finished eating and then took my plate to the sink. I grabbed my mug of coffee and sipped it as she folded her legs underneath her.
    “Look, I need to get you some clothes if you’re going to stay here.”
    “That’d be nice,” she said, “so I don’t have to wear your ratty stuff.”
    I ignored that. “Make a list of what you want. I’ll go to your house once and only once, so don’t forget anything. And only stuff I can carry in one trip.”
    “Any other rules?”
    “Yeah,” I said. “I prefer thongs. I love to see that ass move when I slap it.”
    “Got it. I’ll leave the thongs behind.”
    I grinned at her. “Go make your list. I’ll leave soon. I want to get there and get back before people realize your dad is