A week after we left Kanla it was fucking hot, and the turtle neck vest I was wearing was driving me crazy. A few days later Killer walked into our hotel room with a bag with the written words- Graff Diamonds.
I opened it and there was a choker made of small diamonds and chains that started from the top of my neck resting on my collar bone.
Killer went on to explain the many diamonds that were used to make it, and the pure gold which made it light.
It is exquisite and most of all hides my burns. The jewelry is weightless and came with a small key to lock it.
Which Killer took delights in locking when I refused the gift. He said he thought I would say no, which is why he waited for me to sleep and locked it on my neck.
It hasn't come off since. And I have no idea where the key is.
“Let's move,” Killer barks.
We open the van and we all go out. I move with Killer to the front of the store where all the people are just moving about. Some walking to their cars, others pushing carts.
Non of them aware that inside that supermarket is a crazy psycho killer.
“Once Harley is caught, we can head back to DC.”
“Yeah, yeah, I have been waiting for months, what makes now any different.”
“She's asked for you,” I nod my head and continue on our mission. Time will come later to think about Kylie, now we have a crazy bitch to capture.
“We in, she's buying a fuck ton of lighter fluid and spray cans, they're seriously should put a limit on this shit.” Scurry's voice comes through the phone.
We agreed to use our phones, and Winner set up a six way line, so we can all be connected.
“Get closer to her, but do it from the other section,” Killer says in to the ear piece.
“Have you even been inside a Walmart store,” Rest asks Killer and I don't stop the snort coming from my mouth.
His blue eyed gaze glowers at me, and I rub my nose and drop my eyes to the floor to hide my smile.
“She's heading for the check out, I think we should make sure she checks out, and you and Begs can get her in the car, put one of those sticks in her neck,” Winner suggests.
Killer looks at me up and down, before his jaw hardens and he says, “Yeah good call.”
My eyes widen at that, and I can say I am impressed.
Killer and I had a lot of 'conversations,' what many would call screaming matches about him bossing people around.
I explained to him that having no emotions, or lack of feelings didn't mean he was always right, sometimes other people were also correct.
“She is at the cashiers till.”
Killer stands so still, before he is running, and when I say running I mean he is sprinting as if his life depends on it.
“Get the fuck out of there now, the place is going to blow,” he screams and my eyes widen as understanding dawns on what he just said.
I run after him and hear two gunshots.
Killer rushes into the Walmart as we watch Harley go down, and the place erupts in chaotic screams, kids start to cry, women shriek, and trolleys fall and some are pushed as people barge past me, running.
The cashiers also move to the door, right where I am standing and the security guards start pulling their guns out.
“Put your guns down.” Killer barks at them, showing them his special ops badge and they instantly back down.
“We need everyone out of the building, this lady is considered a fugitive and a national threat. Move.” Winner barks in a harsh voice as he comes walking with Rest and Scurry tailing behind him.
“Begs, you good?” I nod in the affirmative, and walk slowly to Killer who put his hands around my waist, grounding me in the now.
He did the same when we first left Kanla, it is like he senses when I am going to clock out. Killer keeps it from happening.
“Get her, where's Bull?”
“Climbing down the ladder. See you in three,” Bulls voice can be heard from our ear pieces.
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