Kill Switch by Penelope Douglas

I raised my eyebrows, waving the cigarette back and forth
for her to take it. I knew she liked them.
But a little smile crossed her eyes, and she pulled her hand
out of her pocket, holding up her palm with an entire unopened
pack of Davidoffs that she’d already stolen from my
stash tucked in her hand.
“Jesus Christ,” I mumbled.
She plucked the cigarette out of my hand, taking it anyway
and skimming it under her nose to smell. “Thanks.”
I shook my head. She must’ve snuck into my apartment at
Delcour to look for me there first and raided my stash.
Sticking the cigarette in my mouth, I closed the cabinet
and walked away.
“Those are my rooms,” I warned her. “Stay out when I’m
not there.”
I didn’t want her going through my shit.
“They’re not your rooms,” she argued. “Michael doesn’t
know you’re still staying there, and I can change that at any
time.” She slid the cigarette into her breast pocket. “Thanks to
me, you can still hide out right under our noses.”
“And thanks to me, Michael doesn’t know that you’re
letting me hide out right under your noses.” I pinned her with a
look. “Your ass would be grass just as much as mine, so stow
it.”
She cocked an eyebrow but didn’t press further. She knew
she had more reason to be afraid of me than I did of her.
Still, though…as much as I kind of enjoyed our little
exchanges, it pissed me off she wasn’t wary of me anymore.
After everything I’d tried to do to her and could still do to her.
I looked up, seeing her staring at me.
“What?” I took another drag, walking over to the windows.
“I thought you’d blackmail him with the info I got,” she
explained. “Or ruin some of his partnerships.”