Page 27 of Lethal

He gets a faraway glint to his gaze before quirking his lips like he agrees with the statement. “I can get behind that. A brotherhood whose mission is to corrupt our Raven as much as possible while keeping her happy with orgasms and targets to kill.”

“So which of us gets to teach the innocent one how to shoot with a sniper rifle?” Jasper asks, his gaze on me since we’re probably the best gunmen in the bunch.

“It should be Jasper,” Vander says, stepping up beside us. He bites his lip as his heated gaze travels over me where I’m still plastered to Grayson. “That way, he can surprise her with his first kill. It’ll ruin her panties that much more.”

Grayson wiggles his eyebrows suggestively. “That is the goal, brothers.”

They chuckle in unison, and Grayson moves toward the boat, stepping into it without relinquishing his hold on me. We sway slightly as he gains his foothold, then moves us to one of the tall seats protruding from the base of the boat. This is a far cry from the yachts I’ve spent so much time on or any other boat I’ve seen. This seems wholly unique to swamplands. Instead of having a motor with a propeller that dips into the water, this boat has a huge fan positioned at the rear, like a giant ceiling fan tilted on its side.

“Are we sure this is a good idea?” Cole throws out, a teasing tone in his voice. “We’re setting ourselves up for Grayson to be her eternal favorite.”

“You make it sound like you didn’t already realize that,” Vander says.

I open my mouth to object, but Jasper is already speaking up. “The only time Grayson isn’t her favorite is when one of us is inside her, or Ravenmaster has been tempting her.”

Grayson smirks and folds his hands behind his head, leaning back in his seat as I straddle him. The cocky bastard seems pleased with himself. “Am I your favorite, sizzle pop?”

“Not when you call me names like that!” I object, pushing against his chest to gain some space. He’s quick to return his hands to my hips, keeping me in place. He presses a kiss to the side of my neck before giving me a sharp nip. The action somehow works like magic to get me to melt in his hold. His arms wrap around my back, effectively trapping me, not giving me the chance to escape if I get it in my mind to try again.

“Mmm, he’s your favorite.” Jasper presses against my back, the heat of being between the two of them quickly becoming too much in the Florida heat. How do people survive living here? It’s Hell on earth. “He brings you your humanity so you can lend some to the rest of us. I suppose we could say he’s all of our favorites.”

“I don’t have favorites. I want to kill you all equally,” I growl, wanting out of the sauna I’ve found myself in.

“Yeah, but have you shot any of the others?” Cole asks. His chest puffs out with pride. “She loves me the most. She proved it when she shot me.”

Okay, that’s it. I’ve had enough of their male posturing for one day. “I thought we had places to be,” I remind them, trying once more to free myself of the two men around me. This time Grayson lets me go with a chuckle, knowing I’m right. “Let’s get this hunk of aluminum moving so I don’t die from melting.” I swat at a mosquito, killing it upon impact, leaving behind a smear of blood. I can’t get out of this shit hole soon enough.

Cole hands out headsets that will protect our ears from the loud fan, and we each find a seat. A moment later, Vander starts the boat, the blade whirring in the back, forcing a burst of air to propel us across the swampy waters filled with gators and who knows what else. It’s immediately evident why we need ear protection. I could scream at the top of my lungs and not hear myself.

The more I think about it, the more I realize what a brilliant placement this compound is. In the middle of gator land, he has a built-in security system. Not only will the large reptiles kill someone who encroaches on their territory trying to sneak up on the establishment, but they can feed them the bodies they want to dispose of. Maybe we should fill a moat with the beasts wherever we end up. Or perhaps a pig farm would be better.

I’m sitting in the back next to Vander. Of course he’s operating the boat, no surprise there. Grayson sits in the seat in front of us. He’s splayed out with his shirt off, soaking in the sun, trying to keep the playboy suntan I’ve admired so many times. Which leaves my two assassins at the front, weapons in hand, ready for any surprises that may pop up along the way.

With my gaze firmly on my men, I’m surprised when a text message comes through my phone. I’m a little shocked I could even feel the vibration of the notification with the loud fan shaking everything it’s attached to.

Ravenmaster: I get first kill.

None of them have their phone out, so how were they able to send the message? Was it on some kind of timer that they set up before we left the dock, or is it something else?

Raven: How did you send that?

My message has the others, beside Vander, who focuses on driving, drawing out their phones to see who messaged them. Jasper shakes his head, Grayson shrugs, but Cole turns in his seat and shoots me a wink.

Ravenmaster: Wouldn’t you like to know?

Raven: Yes. I would.

Ravenmaster: Trade secrets.

Raven: Cut the shit, asshole.

Ravenmaster: Say I get first kill and I’ll tell you.

Watching the others, I can tell the three of them are only looking at the messages pop onto their screens. None of their fingers are moving to type the messages, so how the fuck is he doing it?

Raven: Get fucked.

Ravenmaster: That would also be an acceptable payment option.

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