Chance Assassin: A Story of Love, Luck, and Murder by Nicole Castle

Author:Nicole Castle
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
Publisher: Amazon Digital Services, Inc.
Published: 2013-03-01T00:00:00+00:00

I had narrowed it down to being punished for splashing him the day after my birthday, or for the time four and a half months ago when I put a smiley-face antenna ball on his car. Either way, retribution was reached and breached about a hundred stairs ago. “Tell me again why you’re mad at me,” I panted, my legs like Jell-O as I climbed yet another step. My footsteps echoed off the cement of the stairwell. Frank’s were silent.

“I’m not mad at you,” he laughed. “Why would you think that?”

“I know Europe is a little behind the times, but here in America, we use elevators.”

“Elevators display where you’re headed,” he said spitefully, as if every elevator had been designed specifically to betray his location to his enemies.

“That’s why you press every button to throw them off the trail,” I said.

Frank pondered that for a bit. There were times when the solution was so simple that he never even considered it. Like turning his phone off when he didn’t want to hear from Charlie, instead of smashing it to pieces. “I didn’t know you could press more than one.”

“Stick with me, kid. I’m an expert at pressing buttons.”

“That you are,” he said, but he didn’t follow when I made a beeline to the exit. “You climbed more stairs than this the night we left Chicago, V. And you’d just been stabbed.”

“Yeah, but the night before we left Chicago I hadn’t had my feet behind my head for three hours.”

He smiled at me. “Would you like me to carry you?”

“Yes,” I said, letting his eight thousand pound duffel bag fall to my feet. I loved being in Frank’s arms. It felt special, being that the only other people he ever picked up were dead.

“We’re almost there. You can handle it,” he said, and continued up the stairs. I sighed and lugged his bag back onto my shoulder. Fucking me hadn’t converted our relationship status from non-friends, but at least he hesitated now before being mean to me.

“Where are we going anyway?” I asked. Wherever we were going, I had a feeling we weren’t almost there.

“I need to get some cash. I’m broke.”

“What are you talking about?” I scoffed. We had so much cash that it was slowly pulling my shoulder out of the socket. “We have plenty.”

“That’s yours.”

“I can lend you some, baby. You want to buy a new dress?”

He stopped.

Adrenaline is a funny thing. I forgot all about my rubbery legs and put a full flight of stairs between us. Of course, going down was easier than going up, and now I’d have to go up them a second time.

Frank didn’t actually find it offensive to be called a girl. He hadn’t even understood what I found demeaning about wearing a pink shirt until I spelled it out for him. He just wasn’t governed by the same laws of nature as me. He was completely secure with his feminine side. He never tried to overcompensate for being a little prissy by ogling women’s tits or driving like a jerk to show how big his balls were.

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