Stark nodded. “Yeah. Noe says the girl is in bad shape. I guess the mayor is one messed-up asshole and the girl needs out of the house and out of town. Noe wanted me to hack into a government database and pull a bunch of sealed military records on the guy. I told her no, mostly to be a dick since she hocked all my stuff. But like I said, I had a change of heart and now I can’t find her. I think she might be in trouble, but if you just saw her maybe it’s not as bad as I’m making it out to be.”
I groaned. “This is the Point . . . it’s probably worse than you think it is. Two weeks is a long time to be missing.”
He nodded slowly. “That’s what I’m afraid of.”
Nassir swore and pulled me to him so that he could wrap his arm around me. Every time he heard about a woman in trouble or being hurt, he always wanted me as close as I could get.
“I’ll put some of my guys on it, put the word out that I’m looking for her. I’ll help you find her if she’s still in town.”
“And if she’s in trouble?” Stark sounded desperate.
“Then I’ll help you get her out of it.” And he would. Stark seemed to know it too because he muttered a hasty “thank you” and disappeared back across the parking lot.
I squeezed Nassir around the waist and turned my face into his throat. “I love it when you’re a real boy.”
I felt his lips brush the top of my head. “You made me that way.”
I sighed in contentment. I adored being his conscience and his better half. I loved that our love was his tether to his humanity and the small measure of morality that he managed to hold on to after everything that had happened to him. I would happily spend the rest of my days keeping my devil away from most forms of damnation but occasionally I wanted to run wild and be hedonistic with him on Pleasure Island. After all, it was only fitting that I gave the devil his due after the patience he showed while he waited for me to grow and mature into a woman that could stand by his side and give just as good as she got. I would spend every second of every day we had together giving it to him.
I groaned. “This is the Point . . . it’s probably worse than you think it is. Two weeks is a long time to be missing.”
He nodded slowly. “That’s what I’m afraid of.”
Nassir swore and pulled me to him so that he could wrap his arm around me. Every time he heard about a woman in trouble or being hurt, he always wanted me as close as I could get.
“I’ll put some of my guys on it, put the word out that I’m looking for her. I’ll help you find her if she’s still in town.”
“And if she’s in trouble?” Stark sounded desperate.
“Then I’ll help you get her out of it.” And he would. Stark seemed to know it too because he muttered a hasty “thank you” and disappeared back across the parking lot.
I squeezed Nassir around the waist and turned my face into his throat. “I love it when you’re a real boy.”
I felt his lips brush the top of my head. “You made me that way.”
I sighed in contentment. I adored being his conscience and his better half. I loved that our love was his tether to his humanity and the small measure of morality that he managed to hold on to after everything that had happened to him. I would happily spend the rest of my days keeping my devil away from most forms of damnation but occasionally I wanted to run wild and be hedonistic with him on Pleasure Island. After all, it was only fitting that I gave the devil his due after the patience he showed while he waited for me to grow and mature into a woman that could stand by his side and give just as good as she got. I would spend every second of every day we had together giving it to him.
