Chapter 67

Three hours later, Jayden and I fall onto a perfectly made bed with clean sheets, the smell of Lysol and bleach strong yet inviting.

"Mick has a much better work ethic," I state, making Jayden laugh.

"For sure. This guy is a pig," she adds.

"If he's a hustler, I hope the rooms he pimps his girls out of are in better condition," I respond. She turns over on her side, propping her head up with her hand. A question's clearly on the tip of her tongue.

"What?" I ask, turning my head to look at her glowing face.

"Why'd you shoot him?"

The mention of Landon makes my chest feel like it was just impaled. I wonder if Landon is alive. Is he at the hospital? In a morgue? Looking for me?

I take a deep breath and fiddle with fingers.

"He killed my mother," I whisper, not sure if she even heard me. Just hearing the words myself they sound unnatural.

"What?" she gasps. I prop my head on my hand to get a better look at her.