“You know that together our name is Harley Quinn?”
“So.”
“You don’t know who Harley Quinn is?”
I look over and her head is propped up on her elbow.
“Nope.”
“Not a Batman fan?”
“Never was much into superhero stuff growing up.” I shift and try to get comfortable. I’m not into sharing shit about how I grew up either. Don’t want to get into how when back before I was in foster care my dad promised me we were gonna go see the new Superman movie. I was gonna wear my costume from Halloween. He even promised me he was going to wear one too. I was dressed and ready to go, sitting on my grandma Neece’s front porch. He had gone to the store to grab her a pack of smokes for watching me while he’d been at work.
My dad never came home. There was an attempted robbery at the gas station he stopped at. The woman working behind the counter was pregnant. My father thought he could be a hero that day. It cost him his life. Neece tried to raise me, but I was a terrible kid with no mom. No dad. I was too much for her to handle so she gave me to the system.
“Oh. Well never mind.”
“Good night, Harley.”
“Okay. Good night, Quinn.”
Chapter Nine
—Harley—
“Time to wake up.” A calloused finger runs along my cheek.
“Five more minutes,” I mumble, swatting at the finger but hitting my face instead.
The finger trails down my throat carving a rough path to the valley of my breasts. “Got shit to do. Get up,” a gravelly voice urges.
Popping an eye open I am face to face with Quinn.
“Morning,” I yawn out as he towers over me.
“Be downstairs and ready to work in ten. Coffee is in the pot. We’ll get breakfast on the way.”
“On the way where?” I sit up and stretch my arms over my head but the only response I get is the door closing.
Looking down I realize I am still clad in only my thong. I seriously need to do some shopping. I debate on putting the couch back together, but the smell of fresh brewed coffee is too enticing to ignore.
I have a hearty sip before getting ready. Being I am out of clean clothes I borrow one of Reaper’s wife beaters and go downstairs to meet him.
I find him in an office looking over design plans.
“Good. You’re on time.”
“On time for what?”
“Work. Got a business to run.”
“I’m a big girl. You can leave me by myself ya know.”
“Right.” He snorts. “Last night proved that.” Quinn shoots me a wink, and I look away not wanting him to see the smile I’m fighting.
“I need to do some shopping. I had to borrow your shirt.”
His jaw ticks but he makes no comment on my attire or my desperate need for new stuff.