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“Why do you need razors?” I ask nearing her.

“I look like Chewbacca, and it’s not very ladylike.”

I was dumb, of course. Girls shaved their legs and shit; how could I forget?

“You don’t need to shave; I don’t mind hair.”

What the fuck was I even saying?

“Zion…” Izel tries to hold her smile, which is the only reason I continue.

“Chewbacca could be cute.”

“You did not just say that.” Izel's mouth hangs open as if she can’t believe I just said that. And honestly, neither can I. But it wouldn’t bother me if she has hair all over her body. She’d still be beautiful.

“Izel, come help me!” Gabriel yells further down the aisle, just as my phone starts to go off.

Izel grabs a pack of razors, tossing them into the cart before trotting off to help her brother.

Grunting, I pull it out not bothering to look at it before answering.

“Yeah?”

“I need a favor,” Alex’s familiar voice speaks into the phone. “And it’s going to be a little late notice.”

“Of course,” I growl.

“Hey, come on now. That’s no way to speak to someone who’s going to pay you half a million for it. Andddd, helped you with your little bike problem.”

I don’t need the money. I have more than I will ever know what to do with. But this might be what I need. A job, some distraction to get my mind off Izel.

“Tell me what it is before I give you an answer.”

“A client needs someone taken care of tomorrow night.”

Irritation spikes, my blood pressure increasing. “Tomorrow night,” I mimic back.

“I mean if you’re not up for the chall—”

“I never fucking said that. Just send me the details. I have to go,” I mumble, hanging up.

Pocketing my phone, Izel and Gabriel walk up.

“Who was that?” she asks. I should keep my mouth shut; I’m irritated for no reason. And I know if I say something it’s going to upset her. But that doesn’t seem to stop me.

“None of your business,” I growl. Izel flinches, shocked at my words. But since I’m already here, I might as well dig my own fucking grave.

I don’t want to see her hurt expression. I turn the cart around and head to the checkout. I don’t need to feel bad about hurting her feelings, I need them gone, out of my life. She’s tormenting me by just being close. I can’t be the guy she needs. I can’t.

“God damn it, Izel,” Gabriel hisses from the hallway, moments before I hear a knock.

After the store, Izel doesn’t say a word to me. Not that I had expected her to. I was a complete and total dick to her. Gabriel had tried asking what was wrong, but she refused eyeing me from the back. When I would catch her staring, she’d quickly look away. Which only fueled my anger even more.

Not that I don’t deserve it. I’m conflicted. I want her but shouldn’t. I want to push her to answer me about who the fuck she is. But I’m a scared little bitch that she’ll take off. It’s unlike me, and I hate this feeling. I’m not in control. She is, and I hate it.

So, I take Alex’s contract, and am making the means to murder some guy that I don’t know in some club because it gives me the hope that if I kill someone she’ll get out of my head.

I need to get her out of my fucking head.