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He said it with such conviction. He said it without any hesitation in his voice or uncertainty in his tone.

He said it and he meant it.

“Somehow we found each other.” Lifting my hand to his face, I cupped his cheek, running my thumb over the hard curve of his jaw.

And as our voices went soundless and the only noise around us was the faint beat of our hearts, I knew that together we found something special.

We found love in this fucked up world.

I've fallen in love with a killer.

Chapter Thirteen

Porter

Standing in front ofthe picture window, I looked out at the trees surrounding my mother's new home. It would have been nice to grow up in a place like this. And for a second I was sad that I never had the chance.

How different would shit be if I had spent my childhood running around in the woods, instead of running around in the streets?

I wouldn't be this way.

Not like this.

No one else was home except for Emery and myself, my mother and Franco had taken off at some point; which was still dangerous for them to do. Moving an hour out of the city was nothing.

I had tried to convince them when everything fell apart to get the hell out of the state. They refused, believing that it would all blow over and their lives would return to normal. There was nothing I could do to change their minds, neither one believed it could be as bad as I was saying.

Look where we are now.

They had been lucky so far that Disesto's men hadn't found them. Then again, maybe I was wrong. For all I knew the crew was watching from a distance, waiting for the green light.

Emery stepped up behind me, wrapping her thin arms around my stomach. “What are we doing today? I feel pretty good, better than I have in a long while. Want to go for a hike or something?”

“A hike?” Twisting around, I hugged her back, looking down onto her beautiful face. She was smiling up at me, her gaze youthful and excited as if we were just two people living normal lives. “I don't think that's a good idea, not yet.”

“Yeah, I figured, but I wanted to ask anyway.” Laying her head on my chest, I brushed my fingers through her hair, untangling the small knots. “Maybe one day,” she said, whispering quietly, and rubbing her cheek against my shirt.