Chapter 7

~vick~

I couldn't believe what had just happened. As I ran inside, my mind raced. It could only have been my dick of an ex-boyfriend, but how did he find me so fast? I never told him where I grew up. Yeah, he knew I had a brother, but Nick and I rarely talked.

I grumbled to myself until I heard another voice calling my name.

"Hey, Vick!" one of the club girls shouted. I think her name was Jen. "You okay? Did Death hurt you?" she questioned.

At the mention of his name, I tensed and quickly whispered, "No."

"Oh, well, me and some of the girls saw you run in here and figured he must have done something for you to run into the clubhouse that fast."

I forced a smile at her question. "No, he didn't hurt me. Just a rough day."

Jen looked relieved and nodded. "Alright, if you need anything, we're here."

"Thanks," I said, appreciating her concern.

As she walked away, I took a deep breath. I needed to figure out how my ex found me so quickly and what I was going to do next.

I made my way toward my room, which was conveniently right next to my brother's. I thanked God that he didn't really sleep here. As I closed the door behind me, I braced myself against it. Today had been going so well. I had managed to get a little alone time with Death, but I couldn't really speak to him. And then there was the scene at the boutique. I sighed.

Just as I was about to get up, I heard a knock on my door. Slowly, I opened it and was surprised to see Death himself standing there. He looked everywhere but at me until he said, "I just came to check and see how you're doing."

Not wasting this opportunity, I pulled the big, gruff man inside and slammed the door. He stood there, stunned by my sudden action, until I ran and threw myself at him. As I suspected, he caught me, peering into my eyes before I slammed my lips down on his.

For a moment, he hesitated, but then he kissed me back, his grip tightening around my waist.

When we finally broke apart, both of us were breathing heavily.

"Vick," he murmured, his voice strained. "This isn't a good idea."

"Maybe not," I replied, looking up into his stormy blue eyes. "But it's the only thing that feels right."

He shook his head slightly as if trying to clear his thoughts. "You're brother will kill me I may be named death but I do not have a death wish".

I placed a hand on his cheek, feeling the rough stubble under my fingers. "I know. But right now, I need this. I need you."

He stared at me for a long moment, and then, with a resigned sigh, he pulled me closer, his lips finding mine once more.

He tasted like danger, and I knew this was wrong. For Christ's sake, I just got out of one bad situation—I didn't need to involve myself in another. But something about him called to me. From the moment I saw him, I knew he wasn't who others perceived him to be. Yes, he brought death to those who needed to die, but he was something else.

As we broke apart again, I watched as he slipped back on the mask he usually wore around this place.

"I have to go," he stated bluntly, placing me on my feet. He walked out the door without looking back.

I stood there, my heart pounding, trying to make sense of the whirlwind of emotions inside me. This wasn't just attraction; it was something deeper, something I couldn't quite grasp yet. I knew I had to be careful, but I also knew that staying away from him was going to be a challenge.

As the door closed behind him, I sank down onto my bed I needed to focus on staying safe and figuring out how my ex had found me. But the thought of Death still held me.

For now, I had to pull myself together and stay strong. There would be time to sort out these feelings later, once the immediate danger had passed.