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And I know at that second I’m not the choice.
It kills me.
Totally.
Because right or wrong, I want him to choose me.
THIRTY-FIVE
orion
Her panties are shoved deep in the pocket of my jeans and I feel every bit like the repulsive pervert I probably am.
I left Dakota in the shower, thinking I’d head upstairs and hit my treadmill. I’d prefer the pavement and streets. Or better yet, beating the shit out of someone. But I didn’t want to leave her alone.
And selfishly, I didn’t want to send her home. Even though I know Red is still downstairs. She’s deadly and has patience and a stillness that would freak most people out. She loves jobs like this. Watching. Waiting. Maybe plotting to take over the world or her next hit.
I trust her but she’s young, one of the newest Knights with an enigma that has men sniffing. She’s also a Domme.
I’ve seen her play. They don’t fuck her, but she has the art of erotic torture down like no other.
“So you came here to do… what, exactly?”
Malone disappears into the kitchen. “Talk. We’re close.”
“Give me the intel I asked for?—”
“As I said, you’d kill him, so no. I’m not giving you shit.”
Malone grabs a beer from the fridge and sits on one of the counter stools, looking perfectly at home.
Fuck, he’s a smug prick. And half the time I don’t know what he’s thinking. He looks open. He’s anything but. He’s chaos to my violence. A storm to the calculated ice and precision of Mercer. And just wild where the measured closedness of Smith plays off him.
I normally work alone, but I watch, read interactions. And I know that Malone will adjust his persona to both the job and who he’s with.
So him sitting like that fills me with unease.
Smith would give me the identity of SlyGuyZero, but Malone’s holding the info over me. He’s got what I want, and they need what I am.
Caveat?
Dakota’s bait.
If she was delicate, falling apart, maybe. But that strength in her, that river that reminds me of Fina? What helped get Fina killed? No fucking way.
Because Dakota isn’t as savvy as Fina, and these people want to destroy my girl.
No.
I’m not losing someone else.
Even if she’s not mine to lose.
There’s a knock on my door, and Malone raises his bottle to the air. “Right on time.”
I’m not surprised that Smith is here. And only slightly surprised to see Mercer.
“You let yourselves in downstairs, why fucking stop there?” I mutter.
