Page 33 of Lethal

A smile grows on her face, a twinkle of malice sparkling in her gaze. “I’ll let you call dibs on drawing first pain. That way, I have the chance to deal the final blow.” She raises her eyebrow as if to challenge me, daring me to take away her fun of watching someone die by her hand today.

My cock grows hard at the joy she has for taking a life. For watching the last embers of a soul leaving its body. Longing to rip her clothes off and fuck her right now rushes through me. It’s so potent, I have to reach a hand down and adjust myself, bringing the throbbing length against my stomach so it doesn’t pinch painfully in my pants.

The thought of watching her from up close this time rivals my own desire to take life. For some reason, it’s infinitely more thrilling taking in the many levels of euphoria it brings her, than doing it myself. “Only if I get to force an orgasm from you for every life you take.”

Her eyes light with my ultimatum, pupils dilating before becoming hooded with lust. Good, I’ve evened the tables. Now we can enter the building both semi distracted with the same thoughts pushing us to reach our goal a little faster. “No takebacks,” she hums.

I use my grip on her hand to yank her closer. The forward momentum of her body has her crashing into me, where I drop my hold and wrap my arm around her waist, drawing her front against mine. A breathy sigh slips past her pillowy lips, drawing my gaze to them. My actions were meant to close the distance between us so I could kiss her, but now I can’t help but draw it out. My nose runs along her jawline before I teasingly brush my lips across hers.

She whines against my tongue as I dart it out to tempt her. Raven’s hands move to my chest, her free hand fisting my shirt, and the barrel of her gun presses against my neck as she lazily rests her hand on my collarbone. “Kiss me, you fool.” The threat is obvious, and yet it only excites me more, making my desire to tease her intensify.

The bullet wound on my leg flares to life, reminding me how deeply her love goes for me. It drives me wild, and I fist her hair, pulling her head back so she’s better angled to receive my burning kiss.

We’re cut off too quickly by a throat clearing, the others having made their way onto the unstable decking. Grayson among them, something I know Raven would have insisted on since she won’t trust his safety if he’s out of her sight.

With a sigh, I release my obsession. She pouts, but the promise of the orgasms I’ll give her for each kill still has the desire alive and burning in her gaze. She nudges me forward; the eagerness affecting me.

Rounding the building, I peer into the window, finding an empty living room. I thought for sure I’d find an open warehouse filled with whatever product he’s running. But on second thought, I should have anticipated living quarters. With how many people we already killed, and being in the middle of swampland. They have to sleep somewhere.

The structure, while grand, doesn’t offer much in the way of luxury. My research wasn’t able to find any images, but with one glance, I know without a shred of doubt my sister won’t be here. We really are working off the thinnest possibility that one of the men here can give us an answer on where Brent is currently residing. That or a backdoor into the servers the man has masked by a skilled hacker.

I’ll crack them eventually, but having access to a device directly tied to them will help decrease the time frame exponentially. Reaching into a tactical pocket of my pants, I remove an extendable baton. Snapping it to its full extent, I slam it into the glass, breaking it on impact. The fractured shards tinkle to the ground, and I move against the wall, giving Raven an unobstructed view of the room to take out any threats.

Her arms sweep in an arc, ready to pull the trigger the moment she finds a threat, but after a moment she shakes her head, indicating she doesn’t see anyone. Using the rod, I break the rest of the glass clinging to the frame, clearing it out of our way so we can climb into the new entry point.

Raven moves to enter first, but Vander’s hand lands on her shoulder, holding her back. “Don’t even think about it, Reginetta.“ His voice is a sharp growl, one I can’t help but appreciate since it holds every protective shred of violence in his body, ready to snap into play the moment her life is threatened.

Replacing the baton with my gun, I swiftly dive through the open space, tucking my head and rolling in a tumble across the floor until I’m kneeling with my gun held at the ready. My gaze quickly takes in the room, cataloging every detail. A TV screen displays video footage of the surrounding marsh from each direction of the building in tiny squares. I’m not surprised.

There’s a card game abandoned on the coffee table, a cup laying on its side next to it with the contents spilled, dripping onto the floor. Clearly, they left it in a hurry. But I’m left wondering, is the responsible party still in the building, or did they board the airboats outside and already met their end?

Raven spills through the window next. We’ll need to work on her stealth. Her assassin skills are akin to a fawn learning to stand for the first time. I love molding her into the perfect little killer.

Vander leaps in next, his large build barely making it through the frame, but he silently lands on his feet. A slight frown tugs at his lips, the same thoughts probably playing through his mind. We’ve all lent a hand in teaching her how to get away with her heart’s desires. It’s become the hobby that’s bonded us.

The last two of our group wait outside. Grayson won’t be able to make it through easily with his injuries, and we need to clear the building before they walk through one of the doors.

With a gesture of his fingers, Vander tells me he’s ready for me to move forward. It’s amazing how quickly we’ve fallen into a smooth operation of working together. All of it stemmed from keeping Raven safe when the assassination hit was still active on her.

With quick, decisive steps, I move to the doorway on the left side of the room, and he makes his way to the one on the right. Raven instinctively flanks me, staying close. We’ll each clear a side of the building until we have every threat neutralized and the others can come inside while we extract the answers we need.

Moving along a hallway, the next room I come across is a storeroom. It’s filled with shelves, packed to the rim with packages of cocaine. I’m willing to bet we’ll find another room for cutting the drugs from their pure form and packaging it into smaller amounts before sending it out for distribution. Or perhaps it’s a cook room instead, and cutting will be done at the next stop in the operation. Either way, we need to be careful not to be exposed to the shit. The chemicals involved with making drugs are no joke.

Before we even make it to the next room, the sound of scuffling reaches me. I hold my arm out, moving Raven against the wall until she’s flush with it. Wanting to make sure she’s protected if the person in the room comes out. This way, I’ll be in the direct line of fire before they can reach her.

“Son of a bitch. Report, damn it.” The sound of radio static comes from the room, followed by breaking plastic. Someone doesn’t know how to keep his cool in a gunfight.

Not wanting to give him time to panic even more and come out of the enclosed space, I whip around the corner. He sees me right away and scrambles to grab his gun in a panic. His fingertips graze the weapon, flinging it to the side and out of reach as it falls off the edge of a desk. It hits the ground, and goes off, shooting a bullet into the door jamb right next to where Raven is standing.

Two long strides have me standing next to the man, with the muzzle of my gun pressed against his temple. He freezes the moment it touches him, his body going stiff momentarily. His eyes flash to the gun on the floor, then his body twitches toward it.

Intense rage rushes through me. The mother fucking moron didn’t have his safety on. His incompetence almost ended with my obsession getting shot. She’d be devastated to have another scar. It’s hard enough for her to wrap her head around Vander giving her scars with his knife play.

“Don’t even think of it,” I growl in his ear as Raven reaches out to remove the temptation from the idiot. As if I won’t have ample time to pull the trigger before his hand lands on the weapon.

I shift my position so my gun isn’t pressed against him, and focus on his facial expressions to detect any signs of a lie. “How many are still inside?”

His lips press together, and for a moment, I’m sure he won’t respond. But my temptress works her magic. Her finger trails along the side of his face, making him turn his head to gaze at the source of the soft touch. I’ll have to skin his cheek later. He doesn’t get to keep any part of him that she touches. That’s for us alone.

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