After weaseling my way back into the apartment, I put the roses in a vase and placed them on the dining room table, feeling nothing but nerves about what I had just done. Sneaking into Alessa’s apartment, taking all her bullets out of her guns, and even finding out about all those women she had killed before. She wouldn’t get a f*****g chance to do it again because I’d be ready for when she came next time.
Once I locked and dead-bolted the door, I placed the pictures on the counter and paced around the apartment, my heart racing faster than it should have been. And suddenly, I regretted everything that I had just done. If Alessa found out about it, she’d f*****g kill me, and it wouldn’t be a threat this time.
I would have a permanent home six feet under the ground.
Running my hands thro
