Total pages in book: 71
Estimated words: 67518 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 338(@200wpm)___ 270(@250wpm)___ 225(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 67518 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 338(@200wpm)___ 270(@250wpm)___ 225(@300wpm)
“Go on.”
“Luxury backed into the suit. I thought she was your target. That you’d masterminded her death, and she’d slumped into your arms—dead.”
Running my thumb over my index finger, I cease the animosity rising in my chest. Luxury dead? That’s simply unacceptable.
“I watched through the site on my rifle while the two of you struck up a conversation. The way she looked at you. I assumed you’d toy with your mark for a while. I searched the X-Member portal for her demographics, a twenty-something female New Yorker. I wondered if she was low-hanging fruit for anyone to expire. We’d then steal the score. But I wanted to see you first.”
Ahh, I see. While Fuyoung pivots her story back to talks of us, I contemplate how cheaper assassinations can appear on a list for newer members. The cunt
“I should’ve known the infamous Vic, who had a death wish a decade ago, was now highly sought out.”
My mouth twitches. That’s true. The day Burt found an outlet for my deviant delights, I wasn’t operating under the guise that I was invincible. I’d not given a bloody fuck if I survived. I’d often steal another sniper’s assignments, a bloke who called himself Jackson, making a game of it until I was in a league of my own with choices.
Brilliant choices such as the bloke in England or Dr. Jonah Whitson.
“So, you followed Luxury?” I encourage, realizing that’s also how she slipped one by me. The cunt stalked me from an elevated spot then sunk her teeth into my Little One.
“For the most part, we followed her then switched gears to the beta.”
She must mean Graham.
“Earlier, when I said others were coming, I lied.”
“How long does it take?”
“For the chairmen to doubt you’ll follow through? I’ve been an associate longer than you, although obviously not favored. Still, I don’t know how—”
“How long?”
“I’m sorry. I don’t know when they’ll send someone to complete your mission.” One slender shoulder lifts, steady eyes on mine.
Fuck, that’s not a lie.
“Do you trust me, now, Victor?” Her tongue slides over scraggy lips.
My tone is heavy with lust as I say, “You may fuck yourself now.”
Fuyoung starts to snatch off her bra.
“Stop.”
She’s baffled.
I’m beyond irritated.
“Slowly.” I plant myself behind her, pressing my cock against her narrow arse.
“Mmmm,” Fuyoung moans, back arching as she slips out of the sports bra.
Soon as it hits the floor, I rub my hand up her thin waist.
Lifting Fuyoung’s wrists, I reach around, guiding her hand into the front of the skintight waistband.
“Tell me how it feels,” I say, disconnecting myself from Fuyoung’s version of reality. She’s emitting sex. It’s mingling with my testosterone so well that Fuyoung has forgotten to fear me.
“I can feel your dick, Victor, as it plunges inside of me. In my mouth, in my―”
Snap. The sound is low and pristine in the quiet hotel room as Fuyoung and her once graceful neck hits the floor.
18
LUXURY
Despite the chilly evening, the pub is packed. Music switches up every time someone has enough change, which is often. Sometime later, as country fazed into rap, then rock, and now pop, we’ve finally finagled a pool table.
I’d finally agreed to Aliyah’s begging for a double date. I could do this.
I’ve ordered myself two baskets of hot wings, which caused Stan to tug at the collar of his polo nervously. He mustn’t have seen the half-price promo. I’m about to tell him not to worry about paying for my food when he says, “Want one of those colorful drinks?”
Oh, so you’re good with me being drunk and hungry?
Smiling, I pretend to be one of those health nuts stuck on calories. “No, thanks. I’ll save my calories for more wings.” I pat my stomach. Besides, a couple of margaritas won’t unleash the inner slut in me.
Tommy and Aliyah dig into the different pockets, searching for the missing billiards. I grab enough cues for us all. Stan makes himself useful by tossing back his beer then pulling out a quarter to call who gets first dibs. In the end, Aliyah sends a rainbow in every direction.
“Ladies together this round?” Tommy asks.
Lips pursed, Aliyah replies, “My honey and I made a side bet.” She loops an arm around me, whispering the last part. “Go easy. I don’t mind losing.”
I widen my stance, using the cue as a pointer, visualizing the trajectory and all that good stuff.
“Luxury, let me show you how to hold that.”
I’m not granted a second of protest as Stan saddles up behind me. His hard-on smacks against my ass.
I let out a tiny gasp, shoulders lurching.
“I got this.” I shift to the side, and his arm wraps around me.
“You sure?” His breath singes my cheek.
“Very.” I yank the pool stick from him, giving it a swift shove that lands the solid red ball in the middle-left pocket.
Twenty minutes in, Aliyah and I are beating the guys. Mostly it’s me doing all the work because she’s superglued to Tommy. At each point we gain over the boys, Stan frowns.