Page 25 of Vows From Hell

“Of course not. I’m not an idiot.’’

“Do you have any regrets?”

I raised my eyebrows. “Do you?”

“It’s not the same, Storm,’’ he sighed. “I’ve been doing it for a long time, and I didn’t start killing because I was bored, and you know it.’’

“Neither did I. But no, I have no regrets. I was protecting something precious to me. I’d do it again in a heartbeat.’’

“Would you?”

“Yes,’’ I answered quickly, and his eyes shot open. He tapped the wooden table with his index finger and studied my face. He either wanted to see if I truly had no regrets, or he was hell-bent on making me second-guess everything.

“That’s not what I wanted for you.’’

“I don’t care. Don’t get me wrong, I did it for you, but I also did it for me, Micah. I have no intention of going to prison, but if you want to, be my fucking guest.’’

Anger bubbled inside me, my heart picking up pace. I clenched my jaw and narrowed my eyes at him, waiting to see how he’d react.

Why the fuck was he disappointed I’d kill someone for him? He should’ve been ecstatic.

“Are you sure no one knows?”

“Yes.’’

He nodded.

“Now, you’re supposed to be talking. What have you been doing all this time, and why have you been killing so many people? I know it’s New York, but don’t tell me you’ve joined the mafia or something.’’

He was quiet.

“Or something.’’

He noticed the look of disbelief on my face and rolled his eyes.

“Don’t look at me like that. It’s not like I’m actually working for the mafia. It’s something similar, though.’’

“So I was right.’’ I grinned. “You’re killing people for money.’’

He shrugged. “More or less. The day I left you in that cabin, I was headed toward New York because a friend of mine was here and he was going to help me out. But as soon as I got here, I got ambushed.’’

“Clearly not by cops.’’

He gave me a look that told me to shut up.

“The people who ambushed me gave me a choice. Either join them and never get caught, or take my chances of possibly getting caught. I chose the first option.’’

“Who are they?”

“A very small organization. They’re doing contract killings for very rich clients.’’

“All I’m hearing is you could’ve come to me sooner, but didn’t.’’

Micah took a deep breath, leaning against the chair and tilting his head to the side.

“It’s not that simple, Bambi. I had to prove myself first. If they didn’t deem me capable of being a part of their team, they would’ve likely gotten rid of me since I already knew about them. I didn’t want to risk putting you in danger.’’

“So, you’re killing people for a living. How are they minimizing the chances of you getting caught?”