In love with his own killer

XV

Chapter 15
Elizabeth's POV:

I want a dog. Or a fish. It's just so lonely here. Usually, I'd be at work right now bothering Devontae or Santiago. Now I'm in my apartment waiting for some action to happen.

Me and T wanted to pay Edguardo a little visit today. We sent him home and he has not yet tried to kill us so I actually believe he's willing to help us. I mean T didn't hurt him that much, we should be fine.

He's the only person on the inside that could get us information and we need him now than ever.

My phone dinged making me stop cooking to check my phone.

Scary man: Be ready by 7. We're going for dinner.

Me: Whatever happened to hello, hi, how are you?

I didn't get a response after that making me contemplate whether I should listen to him or not. He didn't leave any room for discussion so I mind as well go. Now I can't go buy a dog. Or a fish. It's already 4 in the afternoon.

I grabbed my grilled cheese sandwich taking a frustrating bite before walking into my bedroom. Time to look sexy.

I wonder what he has planned under his sleeves because he never asked to do anything with me. Not like he asked in the first place. But he always just stalks or come up to me and have 5-minute conversations.

Unlocking my safe, I take out my gun going with my gut that something's going to happen tonight. Leaving my gun on the dresser I head to the bathroom, to take a shower.

I need T. I have no idea what I'm gonna wear. I pulled out my phone texting her 'SOS'. Not more than 5 minutes pass by and she's barging into my room.

"The fact that your door is always unlocked is concerning."

"I'm waiting for the love of my life to barge right in."

"The love of your life could possibly be taking you on a date in a few." She said with a sly grin.

"Don't even start."

"What? You do the same shit to me." She's not wrong but why it has to come back to me?

"Just help me find an outfit. I don't know what to wear."

"What look are we going for? Sexy? Sexy casual? Sexy, make him want to fuck you?" She walked into my closet getting lost in my clothes. She has this love for clothes I wonder why she never talked about going to fashion school. I always told her to open up her own fashion line.

At work, she would always come to work in a different outfit. Never seen the same top twice. And if she did it'd be used in a whole different way. Solving crime in style.

"Definitely the second option." She began working on my outfit while I started doing my makeup.

While doing my makeup, I couldn't help the fact that something smells fishy. Not literally but just the whole thing. My gut is trying to tell me something. Either that or I have to shit. "T."

"Yea." She said muffled. Probably deep in my closet. "I feel like something's gonna happen tonight and not anything good."

"Why you say that?"

"I don't know, just a feeling."

"Your gut is always right. We wearing the holster tonight." A few moments passed by, she came into the bathroom standing by the door. "You okay?"

"Yea, a bit nervous about what might happen."

"You know when you feel danger just text our code. You got this, this isn't your first rodeo." She came to me, giving me a little shake before she walked back out.