Revenge of The Furtive Billionaire Heir

144. Shotgun

“I’m just asking this to clarify some things, you do remember how you got a murderous psycho on your tail, right?” Lemon asks as we trudge down the road that leads to Coraline’s neighborhood, huddled in enough clothes to ward off the chill. “It’s such a moonless night tonight, and this area is pretty empty. Prime serial killer hunting ground if you ask me.”

“You invited yourself over to this trip, remember?” I ask him, a bit amused, “I didn’t demand that you tag along.”

“No, but you were implying that you would prefer to have my company than be alone, miserable, and cold in the night.” A flash of white through the darkness indicates that he had grinned at me.

“I’m not implying anything, but if I were, to be honest, I am grateful to have a buddy while coming out here,” I admit, making the buddy in question bark out a quiet ‘hah!’ Quiet, because we’re not exactly supposed to be roaming this area.

“I knew you loved me,” a smug reply comes, “that’s nice to know and all, but I couldn’t hel