Page 28 of Lethal

Raven: Or I could cut your dick off and mount it on a stick to use for pleasuring myself instead.

Ravenmaster: Hear that, guys? She wants to cut my dick off and save it forever. I really am her favorite.

Ravenmaster: I think you’re only seeing what you want to see in that text. She didn’t say anything close to that.

Ravenmaster: Dude, butt out. I’m texting as Ravenmaster right now.

Jasper laughs, and I wish I could hear it. His dimple pops into view, and he mouths the word moron, clueing me in that he was the other one texting as Ravenmaster.

Raven: The ways you perceive my affection...

Ravenmaster: You love it. Don’t even lie.

Raven: Perhaps.

Raven: Now tell me how you do it.

Cole turns in his seat, a mischievous twinkle in his eyes. He quirks his finger at me to come to him, but he must be crazy if he thinks I’ll attempt that right now with how fast we’re moving. I shake my head and he shrugs his shoulders. Thankfully, I stuck to my guns because the boat zooms over a stretch of land; the bump caused by moving from water to hard ground jostles me to the point I almost drop my phone. I probably would’ve been thrown into the swamp had I not been sitting.

My gaze narrows on Cole, and I lift my phone to curse him for his suggestion since he wouldn’t hear me if I tried shouting it. But at the same time, Vander slows the boat. “Trying to make me alligator bait?” I yell at Cole when the sound cuts out.

“I have every faith in your ability to make it the three steps to me. I would have saved you. Plus, I thought you wanted an answer to your question.”

That’s it. Cole’s gonna get it. I take the aforementioned three steps to get to him, raising my hands to throttle him. But before I can make contact with his throat, he latches onto my hand and yanks me onto his lap. I tumble into his hold with a yelp, and his lips are on me before I can attempt to right myself.

It doesn’t take much for me to give in. I’m a fucking sucker for my men, and truth be told, I don’t really want to kill him or chop off his dick. Although, I get loads of amusement out of threatening it. His tongue snakes out and teases at my lips. As soon as I open them to let him in, he switches tactics and viciously bites my bottom lip. It instantly feels bruised and swells. “Fucking asshole.” I punch him in the shoulder, making him chuckle in enjoyment.

“Had to show you how much I love you back,” he growls in my ear. I roll my eyes with a huff and shove out of his hold, but he snatches me again, forcing me onto his lap once more.

“I’m thinking we shouldn’t have moved our relationship to the next level. I enjoyed the obsessiveness, but this clingy phase isn’t doing it for me.” He nuzzles into my neck before licking the length of it. “Ew, Cole!” I wipe my neck, trying to dry it. Fucking psycho.

“You’re the best at the mushy talk,” he coos. It’s official. I’ve lost my mind being with him.

“Cole. Please tell me you’re joking.” A sigh forcefully leaves me, my exasperation with him becoming too much.

“Only a little.” He barks out a laugh, taking off his glasses. He places them on my face, poking me in the ear before settling the frames correctly. I blink, thinking there’s a smudge on the glass, but as I focus on the lens instead of looking through them, I see what they are. His glasses aren’t glasses at all. They’re a high-tech computer device.

“This is how you’ve been texting me?” I ask, taking the frames from my face and glaring at them. Holy shit. That tricky bastard.

Chapter 12

Raven

Vander clears his throat, dragging our attention to him. “We’re at the point where we need to switch to the oars if we don’t want them to hear us coming. Either that or we jump in the water and wade our way there.” He pointedly looks at me. “And I don’t think our girl likes the sound of that very much.”

“For multiple reasons. I’m too pretty to get chewed on and most importantly,” I lift my foot into the air, “these Louis won’t survive that muck.”

“You can take the girl out of the city,” Grayson starts, shaking his head with a smile.

I quickly move seats, knowing the plan is for the four of them to use long poles to move us through the water until we get closer to the compound. My diva tendencies aren’t the only reason we aren’t wading through the waters. It’s because they don’t want to risk their own ankles either, but I’m okay with taking a hit for the team. They aren’t fooling me, though. I know the truth.

We all keep our gazes directed outward, searching for any hint of patrolmen zooming by. It’s not like we can hide the huge propeller blade affixed to the back of the boat. The rhythmic sound of their poles sloshing through the water and the annoying buzz of the bloodsucking demons fill the air as the sun beats down on us. One would think we’d wait until nightfall to make our approach, but where’s the fun in that? Plus, it would be a nightmare attempting to keep Cole contained for that amount of time.

“There’s a boat in the distance,” Jasper announces. He quickly bends to pick up his gun from the bag at his feet and tucks it into his waistband. The silencer already attached in preparation. My gun is safely tucked away in my purse, which is hanging over my shoulder and across my body, easily accessible.

We knew this was a possibility, more than, actually. It was a high probability. Now our goal is to make it through this encounter before they alert their base of our presence, or it’ll be an all out battle to get to Brent Mangrum. If he’s even here.

By the time I’m able to see the men on the incoming boat clearly, it’s easy to tell they have strict protocols in place. One team member has binoculars firmly trained on us, another is speaking into a radio, a third has an AK-47 pointed at us, and the last person is driving the airboat. Four men to the five of us. Should be easy enough, but we need to play it smart.

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