Chapter 9
His voice was as gritty as the darkness beyond the glow of the nearest streetlight. “I suggest you release my cousin.”
Ruth bared her teeth. “I suggest you look into New York City g*n laws. How long do you think it’ll be before good old Johnny calls the cops?”
So she had set me up. I shifted my weight onto one knee in preparation for rising, and the second pinprick of pain struck dead center, right below my belly button.
“Are you as fast as me?” Ruth purred. “I wonder....”
Her voice trailed off as she arched up beneath me. Our bodies pressed even closer together in a gesture that was oddly intimate...until I realized she was smelling my neck.
To my surprise, Ruth’s eyelids drifted shut as she took in the same scent I woke to every morning. “You i***t,” she breathed. “No won
