Playing with the Murderer

Chapter Sixteen- "I won't let you die."

Hey guys! So this is my last chapter of PWTM. :( But have no fear! Another book

will be here (soon.)

Um I really hope you guys like this chapter and I'm probably gonna write a long

A.N. at the bottom but yeah:)

NOT EDITED YET. please ignore how bad this looks.

Enjoy!

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After the few celebratory drinks that the detectives shared, got Katherine wasted. As a result she spent the night on Cain's plaid, vintage looking couch. One thing Katherine realized, was that Cain was a true friend. When she woke up, he was right there holding out a glass of water and Advil. Katherine mumbled as her head banged. She snatched away water and medicine out of Cain's hands and smiled sheepishly.

Before Cain went back to the precinct to investigate a new murder, he dropped Katherine back off at her apartment to sober up. Katherine thanked Cain and immediately plodded towards her bed. She fell on the left side and let sleep take over.

And when Katherine awoke to the sound of a gun being cocked behind her, she not only became fully awake, but sober. Instead of jumping up to face whoever had a gun to her head, Katherine kept calm and grabbed her secret Sig Sauer with her left hand. She slowly reached under the bed and pulled it out of the frame.

She skillfully turned off the safety and began debating how to go about the situation. Katherine heard a loud huff followed by words, "Quit faking Katherine, I know your awake."

Katherine's breath hitched. For those few seconds that she held her breath, it felt like eternity. It was Razor..

Katherine skillfully jumped from her bed and cocked her gun pointing it at Razor. He seemed to be taken aback now that a gun was turned on him. Katherine looked into his eyes and pursed her lips before taking a deep breath and saying, "Razor put the gun down."

Razor smirked, "Can't do that baby doll. I have orders."

Katherine was stupefied. Not only did he just call her "baby doll", he has a accent. A heavy Italian, New Yorker accent. That was never there. "Orders to do what?"

"Kill you."

Katherine blinked as she looked at the handsome man pointing the gun towards her. "No you wouldn't. You love me, I love you."

Razor shugged his shoulders, "It's called an act, sugar."

Katherine shook her head in disbelief, "No it's not! Who are you working for?" Katherine bravely took a step closer.

"If it wasn't an act then why would I have pounded your mommy with a shovel, or... shot your daddy? If it wasnt an act, then why did I like it?"

A tear rolled down Katherine's cheek, "No!" she huffed out a breath.

"I liked it Katherine, watcha gonna do?" he smirked and started laughing before Katherine pulled the trigger. The bullet was sent spiraling into Razors arm. He growled in pain, before pointing the gun at Katherine. He pulled the trigger but by dumb luck, it misfired.

Razor became twitchy now that his gun wasn't working. "Who are you working for!?" Katherine yelled as she realized the blood staining through Razors leather jacket.

Razor threw a piece of paper onto Katherine's bed, "Go there and you'll find out." Katherine read the paper and when she looked up Razor was gone. He had entered and exited through her window. Katherine ran to the open window and shot two rounds but sighed when she missed him. Razor got away...