I knew that if I made the right decision, we could go about our lives normally. If I made the wrong one, Donald was likely going to die before the wee... was out. I was okay with the fact that either decision I made was going to end Miranda’s life. She’d earned that by stealing from the wrong people. Earned it again by using us as human shields. I didn’t want to be the one to kill her, but I was okay with the thought of her death.Becky could tell something was wrong and looked like she wanted to. So easy. “Nothing shocks me,” he murmured. “I’ve been from Oxbridge to Hackney to Hollywood to Detroit.”Our eyes met. Neither of us blinked.“I’m inspired by sex,” I breathed. “Fucking. Bodies. Violence. Man and woman. Sweat. Losing control.”He inhaled slowly.“You’re inspired when you fuck?”“Yes. Even thinking about it.”“Are you thinking about it now?” he breathed.I looked up at him. His mouth was inches from mine.“I can’t think of anything else, Marc.”He kissed me before I kissed him. His hand. "I continued on circling her breast until I reached her nipple and then I switched to her other breast and did the same thing to it, from there I let the tip travel down her cleavage to her firm stomach. From the outside of her stomach, I made another circle pattern only getting smaller and smaller once again.I was getting closer and closer to her belly button and I allowed the tip to travel around the rim of her belly button. From her stomach, I continued to travel down one leg and then up the. I had to wear paper booties on my shoes because the people still lived there and they had white carpet. That is something you would never see in a lower-rent place. I helped Lenny remove kitchen cabinets that looked like they were brand new. Lenny informed me that they wouldn’t go to a dump, that they had a place to sell them. While we were working I heard Don on the phone talking about how the guy who used to work for him tried to come back but he fired him. I heard him say, ‘Ray is worth two.