The cold blooded mafia

“I think perhaps you do. You came for me to help you, so whatever i do now, it’s on your conscience too.” The dark promise in his eyes fills her with d

you want from me?” “I just want you to tell me the truth. You’ve been hiding from it all evening, but we’re past playing games. Carter slowly lets go of her and frames her face in his hands. His touch is surprisingly gentle, shocking enough that she let out a gasp. “Whatever happens Janie, you came to me. And i promised i wouldn’t hurt you. Do you still not trust me?” “I... I did something.” “Tell me what did you do?” She hang her head. She can’t look at Carter. “I killed someone.” “Who?” “He was hurting my roommate. And i had to stop him.” “And who was he exactly? Who did you kill Janie?” Carter strokes his thumbs over her cheeks, the touch soothing her even as her heart pounds. “The last time i saw you, you were not quite 17. It was only a month before AJ was killed.” She shudder in his hold, but she finds herself leaning closer. “I remember.” “All i could think was that my only real family had been taken from me. Everything i did afterwards was to protect what was left of the family. You’re precious to me above all else.” He moves his hands, one sliding to her hip and the other cradling the back of her head. The last of her reserve flees, and she press into him. Her heartbeat thumps against his own, drowning everything out. “I know who you are. I know you’re the Cold Killer. And i trust you anyway, i trusted you when we were younger, and i trust you now. I just hope the trust isn’t misplaced.” “I swear it won’t be.” Carter’s head lowers and she feels his breath against her lips. His eyes are taking over her, his brows furrowed with concern.” “Tell me what happened?” His plea is soft. She cling to him, tucking her head into his chest. “You have to tell me. I won’t hurt you.” “Carter, I...” At her hesitation,