“What were you doing there tonight?”

Kay looks up at me, the hoodie on the ground beside her as she stretches her legs out. I’m leaning up against the wall across from her, and she’s sitting on an old, ratty green chair.

We’re in a random motel after walking for an hour. It was a risk but we couldn’t stop anywhere closer. They’ll be looking for us, and they’ll start near my apartment. Kay didn’t complain, not once.

“It was Leo’s idea,” she says.

I wince. “That was his name?” I ask softly.

She nods. “We were supposed to meet a guy on the beach that had two kilos to sell us.”

“Heroin?” I interrupt her.

She nods again. “We planned on cutting it up and selling it to the dumber, younger junkies, try and make as much money as possible.” She hesitates a second, her beautiful, thick hair falling down around her. “Obviously, that’s not what happened.”

I study her for a few seconds. She’s even more beautiful than I thought at first, the shiner and the needle marks on her right arm aside. Clearly she’s a junkie, just like her shitty boyfriend, but he was desperate. The wheels start turning faster.

“Why were you going to cut it?” I ask her. “Why rip people off?”

“We owed some guys money. Leo wanted to get into the selling business, but he wasn’t exactly good at it. Mostly just shot it all up his arm, barely made a dime. He got into a pretty deep hole and planned on digging us out.”

“By buying more drugs,” I say, shaking my head. Typical idiot junkie plan.

“Yeah,” she says, and shrugs. “Not the smartest.”

“That explains why he reacted that way.”

She goes distant for a second. “He probably thought… I don’t know. That it was his last chance.”

“Last chance to what?”

“Make amends before he got himself killed.”

She stares at me and we both go silent. I know what she’s thinking, and I can take it. I’m a killer, a bastard.

“Was he your boyfriend?” I ask without thinking.

She shrugs. “Not really.”

I grunt, nodding, not sure why I even care. Doesn’t matter, not at all. That’s not what I fucking want from this girl.

And yet I keep glancing at her. Without the big hoodie, I can see more of her generous breasts, braless under her gray t-shirt. They’re full and round, the sort of tits I want to suck and squeeze as I rock my cock into a nice, tight pussy.

I look away from her, thoughts turning back to that beach for a second.

“I need to make a call,” I say.

“Wait. Aren’t you going to tell me what you were doing there?”

“Later.” I walk over to my bag and root around until I feel the metal handcuffs shoved in at the bottom. This kinky girl I used to fuck stashed them at my place but never picked them up after I told her not to bother coming back. They’re the real deal, legit police issue type things, heavy and indestructible.

“No,” she says, eyes going wide.

“I can’t trust you.” I dangle them in front of her. “We can do this the easy way or the hard way.”

She squirms, glancing at the door, probably regretting her decision to come with me.

“I’m not going to hurt you,” I say softly, and I think that might be a lie.

She shakes her head. “The hard way.”

“Okay then.”

She bolts for the door. I catch her, lift her, and put her down on the bed. She kicks and thrashes as I slip one handcuff over her right wrist and the other around the headboard post. I slide it up to make sure it can’t get over the knob at the end, satisfied when it hits and won’t move.

She glares at me the whole time and I just sigh.

“I’ll be back soon.”

She doesn’t answer, just looks away. I leave the room and head outside, out into the early morning chill.

It’s nearly five in the morning now as I approach the payphone at the corner of the motel’s parking lot. I know I have to make this quick, just in case.

I slip in some quarters and dial. It rings, and I’m cursing myself, but Isaac finally picks up, bleary with sleep. “Yeah?”

“Bet you thought I’d be dead or in jail, huh?”

Nothing for a heartbeat. He’s probably just startling himself awake. “Julian?”

“That’s right. What did you do?”

“What are you talking about? Did the fight go okay?”

“There was no fight and I think you know that.”

I hear the phone move, probably as he gets out of bed and scrambles to figure out what to do.

“I don’t know what you mean, man,” he says. “I talked to, uh, Vinny, yeah? Set it all up?”

“Stop playing games, Isaac. I was set up, but I don’t know why or by who. What did you do?”

“I don’t know what you mean, man. It was just a fight. Didn’t Vinny show up?”

I sigh. He’s not going to give me anything and I know it.

“Listen, tell whoever you’re working for, I’m not finished. I’m far from finished. I’m coming for you, I’m coming for them, and I’m going to fuck you all.”

I slam down the phone, anger pouring out of me. I turn and stomp back to the motel room, satisfied that there’s no way Isaac had time to try and trace that call, even if he could.

I push open the door and find Kaylee struggling with the handcuff, twisting her wrist and jamming the other side against the headboard’s knob. She looks at me and slowly stops what she’s doing.

I close the door behind me. I guess I should’ve expected this. I handcuffed a fucking strange girl to my goddamn motel room bed. She probably thinks I’m about to murder her or some shit.

Blood on the sand.

She stares as I walk over and release her. She rubs her wrist, but doesn’t say anything. When I’m close, I notice that she’s sweating slightly, just a sheen on her skin. My eyes narrow.

“You warm?” I ask her. “I can turn down the air.”

“I’m okay.”

I nod a little bit. “Fine. We’re sleeping in the same bed tonight, and let me warn you. I sleep light, so if you so much as fucking move, I’m waking up, and I’m going to be pissed. Get some rest, we have shit to do.”

She glares at me. “I can’t.”

“Why the fuck not?” I ask, sighing, exasperated and tired and sick of this fucking shit so much already.

She doesn’t answer. I stare at her, and it hits me. “When was the last time you took it?” I ask softly.

She looks away. “I don’t know. Five, maybe six hours ago.”

I nod slowly. “You know we can’t get you any, right?”

“I know.” Her gaze is fierce, but there’s fear in her eyes.

“Okay.” I sigh and sit down on the bed next to her, pulling off my shirt. I catch her glancing at my bare chest, at my tattoos and my muscles. “You’d really better sleep then. Tomorrow’s going to be a rough day.”

She clenches her jaw as I switch off the light and slide down, sleeping on top of the comforter, the pillow propped behind my head.

After a minute, she curls up next to me, shuts her eyes, slows her breathing. She’s asleep before I am, but I’m not far behind.