Page 52 of End It All

I lifted a single brow, chewing on the bite of pizza before washing it down with soda. "Are you really asking me that?"

Blake's mouth opened and closed a few times before he shut it. "Okay, but not innocent people?"

He’s joking, right?

I scoffed. "Oh, sweet baby girl."

"Fuck you. It's a reasonable question."

"No, it's not, and you better figure that out quickly." I sat back, glad to finally have some food in my stomach. "The family you're trying to enter isn't some vigilante group that fights for justice. They take what they want, own what they see fit, and kill anyone who gets in their way."

He needed a reality check. Whatever work Benito had for him, I hoped it wiped the delusion from his brain. We ate the rest of our meal in relative silence. Stomach full, I was ready for meds, shower, and possibly sleep.

I got off the floor and grabbed the pill bottle from Blake's bag.

"Sure, go through my things. Who cares about privacy?"

"You had your dick up my ass. I think privacy went out the window already." I shook out two tablets and took them without waiting another second.

"You're only supposed to take?—"

I slapped my hand over Blake's mouth. "Shh. If you don't tell, I won't."

Sharp pain shot up my arm as Blake sank his teeth into the meaty flesh of my palm.

I smirked. "Yeah?" Before he knew what was happening, I dropped my hand and grabbed him. Our bodies flushed against one another. I bit down on his shoulder through his clothes.

"Shit!" Blake pushed against my shoulders, and I nearly laughed. Even while I was hurting him, he was careful not to hit or press against anywhere there were bruises on my body.

I released him and headed for the new room. There wasn’t a bed but I could deal with that. Wasn't like it hadn't happened before. I was pretty sure I had a blow up one still tucked away for situations just like this.

"What are you doing now?"

"Showering. You joining?" I grabbed the back of my shirt and pulled it over my head before shoving down my pants. The pain meds were working through my system, making me blissfully unaware of the pain. I turned, fully nude, waiting for Blake to answer.

His blue gaze dragged down my body and then up again. He looked everywhere until he focused on my cock.

"We've been over this, my eyes are up here."

Blake, unlike the first night he stayed with me, continued to stare.

"You want to suck it again?"

His gaze met mine and I expected some snark, but instead, all I got was a laugh. "It was the best you ever had, wasn't it?"

This goddamn asshole. "I'd give you a solid seven point five."

He snorted. "Yeah, the way you practically shoved your dick down my throat says it was ten out of ten."

My lips stretched into a smile against my will. "Eh, I've gotten a lot of blow jobs in my life. You're in the top twenty easy. Be proud, doll, not many score that good."

Blake stepped closer, getting into my face. He was shorter than me, forcing me to look down at him. The warmth that radiated off him drew me in. The weed, pain pills, and a full stomach made me crazy, apparently. I wanted to pull him closer and close the small gap and just sleep. It was a comfort I didn't take from many people, not while I was injured and was at my weakest. I should have dropped his ass off at Benito’s and went underground until I was able to fully function. Instead, I had Blake with me, and didn't think for a second to pawn him off.

"Harlow in that top twenty?"

Blake's question threw me for a loop, and I took a step back. "What the hell?"

His gaze bore into me imploring me to answer. My fogged-up brain was no help as I tried to come up with something clever. This was exactly why I didn't fuck with medications. Damn Melony prescribed the strong shit every single time. Starting tomorrow, I was switching to over the counter shit.