Deadly Love (The Deadly #1) - Erin Trejo Page 0,6

that comes along with it. His lips are powerful and in the real world I know Tino would be at the top of the food chain. If only I can prove my theory correct.

“Call if you need me,” he whispers against my lips, sounding almost like a plea. He needs to be needed and to be honest, I don’t need him in that way. I nod my head regardless and shift to slip my feet into my heels. Once I’m satisfied, I head out of the bathroom, grabbing my purse as I go. My mom doesn’t even look my way as I walk out into the cool night. Closing my eyes, I look up at the stars and sigh.

“One day I will come for you too,” I say to the nothingness that twinkles high above me. Taking another deep breath, I start my walk to the strip. We don’t live far. The three-bedroom shithole we have isn’t the fanciest of homes but it’s stable for Ania. She needs things to remain calm and stable or I fear we may lose her.

The first casino of the night comes into view and smile as I walk inside. No one knows me, or remembers me anyway. I’m nothing spectacular. I’ve seen women that are far hotter than me in here and those are the ones that catch attention. Me? I play my hand close to my chest. I have to wait for the perfect opportunity to do what I do. Strolling through the place, I pay close attention to the men. There’s a certain type that I go for. They have to be older men. I check their watches and even their shoes. You can learn a lot about a man’s tastes by his shoes. Not many know that but I do. I’ve trained myself to do this. Spotting the first man of the night, I stumble his way. Pretending to be drunk has to be the easiest thing ever. I trip over myself and fall directly into his drunken arms.

“Oh no! I’m so sorry,” I slur my words as he wraps his hands around me. He smiles and helps right me but his hand lingers a little longer on hip than it should. That’s when I know I got him.

“Don’t be sorry,” he says sweetly, watching my lips before letting his eyes roam over my entire body.

“I think I may have drunk a little more than I should have,” I tell him with a smile.

“Nonsense. You look completely sober,” he says sounding shocked by that fact. So do you, I think to myself.

“Maybe you’d buy a girl a drink?” I bat my lashes at him and he takes the bait. He sits back on his stool, pulling me into his lap. His cock is already hard but too bad for him he won’t be getting any of this.

A shit ton of drinks later and we’re both stumbling to his room. Some of us more than others. I didn’t really drink all those drinks. I did drink the beer and then I used the bottle as my spit container. No way in hell was I drinking that much and trying to do my job. The night just started.

We stumble up to this room and laugh when he can’t get the key card to work. It takes six tries and I have to stop myself from rolling my eyes at the attempts. When he finally opens it, we both fall into the room in a fit of giggles and laughs. Then the door closes and he’s on me. I didn’t even ask his name and frankly I don’t give a shit. Names mean nothing in this line of work. His kisses are sloppy and not even turning me on which is typically the case with men like him.

“Take your clothes off,” I whisper shoving him back a step. He shakes his head and moves toward me again. This time I stop him, pressing my hand to his chest before dragging it down his stomach to his cock. One squeeze and he groans. “I’m gonna make this so good for you. You want to see me strip for you?” Men are so easy. The idiot nods his head and quickly begins to strip out of his clothes, leaving them near the door. I step forward and kick them to the side, near the bathroom door as he fists his cock in his hand.

“Come on,” he growls.

“Get that ready for me? I am going to freshen