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8
Connor
“SKAO, has made a move and has already got us beat by three targets.”
Grant reported this, from where he leaned against the wall of my office. His roots were showing, and his outfit of black leather jacket, black shirt, black pants, and black leather gloves were uniform for those who worked for me.
“And? Were we in competition with them? We already have the better reputation than them,” I said, brow creasing as I looked down at the few pictures we’d managed to get of members of SKAO. “Why does it matter now?”
“Because you’re one of their targets,” Lesly said from where he sat across from me. I blinked at their words. “Here.” He leaned forward tapping on a piece of paper I hadn’t spotted. “Apparently, SKAO works on a reward system. Each kill leads the assassin to the next target, the amount doubling each kill. He’s going in order.”
“You’re two people from being next,” Grant interrupted, pushing off the wall. “You need to start taking guards with you.”
I felt the rage at their words rise, before I ruthlessly shoved it down. SKAO had been a thorn in our side for years. Even before I’d come on the scene, they were an older group of assassins and had a far more traditional membership. My father’s group was considered the youngest in circle of contract killing.
SKAO hadn’t liked us coming in and taking a few of their clientele, and it finally seemed they’d reached their breaking point.
“No.” Grant and Lesly were ready to argue. “No, if I suddenly start carting around a bunch of guards, not only will they realize we know something, but it would make them push up their timeline. We want them to think they have the jump on us.” I turned my gaze to the glass window of my office. “Have Chaucer lead some shadows to follow me and then Grant--.”
“Yeah?”
“I want you to kill these two targets before SKAO--” turning my hard eyes back to him, I added, “If they work on a reward system, that means they would have to choose two more targets before they can be sent after me, right?”’
Lesly’s was expression thoughtful. “Maybe, or they’ll just come straight for you instead.”
“And we’ll be ready when they do.” SKAO was a fucking nuisance that needed to be dealt with, the only problem in doing so was finding them. They didn’t have a headquarters, and they had stewards, and those stewards were tied by blood not money. They didn’t betray or sell secrets, I’d killed three in the effort of getting them.
“I’ll go tell Chaucer,” Grant said leaving me alone with Lesly. He had a weird look in his eyes as he observed me.
Catching his eyes, I narrowed my eyes at him. “What?”
He thoughtfully tapped his lip. “I don’t know what it is, but…something’s different.”
“Different?” I repeated, was something wrong with his fucking head? “What the fuck are you talking about?”
He shook his head, squinting his eyes at me. “I mean, usually you’re relaxed, but…as far as I know, you haven’t invited any of your favorites from the brothel, and you also haven’t come to the bar. What have you been doing, my darling boss?” he drawled.
I ignored his question, Lesly was a sharp bastard, and I wasn’t going to give him anything to use against me.
“I’ve been busy.” Which was true, especially if now I had to deal with an old order of assassins after my neck.
He hummed as he stood. “Yeah, whatever.” He waved as he left my office. “See you tonight at the dinner.”
I grunted, watching the door shut behind him. Pulling my top drawer open, I took out my cell and stared at it for second. I hadn’t called her, no.
While I hadn’t bothered calling another woman to my condo, I couldn’t bring myself to calling Pig.
I hated the disturbing need I felt for her. Shit, her snatch had been amazing and her saucy come backs. She didn’t look at me like other women, no; those fucking eyes of hers always managed to read me in a way I hated.
But in my dreams, it was her I was banging into my mattress, breaking heads boards and spilling my semen into. I fantasized about her mouth wrapped around my dick, taking me till my balls brushed her neck. Even now, I felt myself growing hard just thinking about it. I wanted her here and now on my desk, her hands pressed against the top of it.
Setting my phone aside, I pressed a button under my desk. The beep was immediately followed by the shades turning inward. There was only one way to deal with the vision that was deliciously taunting me, and that was to take myself in hand.
The unzipping sound of my own pants nearly had me cumming prematurely; maybe I should give the Pig a call, just to ease a bit of the burn before dinner tonight.
I smirked.
Toya
