Page 149 of Wreck Me

I just hadn’t known Cas was gonna show her all this that quickly. I’d figured on him doing it later tonight, right at the end of our weekend here with her.

No matter, she’d taken well to it.

Really well to it actually.

Twenty minutes later and she was still looking all around excitedly.

Right now she was focused on the frames, the newspaper reports of our numerous takedowns. I mean, the press didn’t know it was us, nobody knew who The Jackals were outside of the four of us, Luke, and that fucker, Damien. Caleb was with her, telling her the stories behind the headlines, while Caspian was leaning back against the rolling chair at the command center watching her reaction intently and smiling at how well she’d taken to it. Jeez, the guy really had the ability to call things that not many others could. He could read people so well and anticipate their reactions to a T. It had definitely served him well since he’d taken on the mantle of King. But it also meant that he could discern when something wasn’t right, if people were acting out of character. He saw unpredictability as a threat too.

Every now and then I could see his gaze flitting my way as I sat on the bottom concrete step in a peaceful haze, while trying to make sure it came across as me just being deeply relieved that Sky had taken our revelation so well, and not that I was also being soothed big time by the meds in my system.

It was why I was sitting down.

When they’d kicked in, a massive head rush had taken me over. I would’ve likely stumbled or something if I’d been standing up and walking around with Cal and Sky, and that would’ve been a dead giveaway for Cas.

I pretended I didn’t notice him watching and I concentrated on Sky instead.

She looked so fucking sexy even dressed down. At first I’d thought I’d liked that leather pants and vibrant-blue jacket with all the edgy embroidery on her best. But as the many weeks had worn on, it didn’t matter what she wore, it was all as sexy as fuck to me. She had a pair of neon-blue lounge pants on right now that clung deliciously to her ass. A white strappy tank did amazing justice to her perky breasts, the blue lace bra beneath peeking through and the combo making them bounce with her every movement. And her hair was in one of those hot messy ponytails, swinging from side to side as she laughed and talked animatedly with Caleb. Fuck me, the urge to pin her against the wall and lick her all over, then bend her over the command center and sink into her tight cunt while I whispered dirty things in her ear was overwhelming.

Business first, though, as Cas would say.

Actually, as he would insist right now.

Revealing The Jackals to her was no small thing.

The way I was feeling right now, all peaceful and shit, it wasn’t filling me with worry anymore. No apprehension whatsoever. I was able to just sink into it, to just go with it.

When they finally pulled away from the frames, Sky turned to us and exclaimed, “I can’t believe it. I mean, I thought you wanted Onyx for a single job or something. Not this. I should’ve figured it out.” She looked at me. “Your knife throwing. Knowing there was a member of The Jackals who was ace with a blade… dammit.” She eyed Caleb. “And you with all the darkness, your teachings… I just put it down to it stemming from something else for you.”

She didn’t say it, but she was likely talking about him losing his sister.

“And you,” she said, addressing Cas next. “Well, your rep speaks for itself. All that underground activity you’re rumored to be involved in… that covered my suspicion there.”

“You’re taking this favorably,” Cas said.

“Of course! Oh my God, when I lived here as a teenager, I used to follow your exploits, dark guardian angels descending on the sickos of the city… vigilante justice at its finest. You guys actually inspired my creation of Onyx! When I came back here, there was no more talk of The Jackals, though, so I thought it was over. So, what, you took a long break?”

“I knew it was true about us being her inspiration for Onyx,” Cal said, giving me a shit-eating grin. “Told you.”

I rolled my eyes at him. “You called it.”

Caspian told her, “Damien was a member, but his actions a few months back almost exposed us. We removed him from the team and took a break so things would settle.”

“Damien? That unhinged bastard? He was a member?” she asked, incredulously.

“It’s a long story,” Cal told her.

She looked at me and must’ve seen the unwillingness on my face to get into it, because she then smiled sweetly at me and focused on what Cas had brought up on the monitors at the command center while her and Caleb had been talking. “Is that your next slated takedown?” she asked, walking over there.

Cas nodded. “The target is Shakers.”

“That seedy new strip club?”

“It’s more than even just that,” Cal told her, walking over there and gesturing at the queued up video of their surveillance system that he’d hacked. “They’re doing some fucked-up shit to their strippers, forcing and abusing them. I cracked their system and got confirmation.”

Sky screwed up her face. “Pieces of shit.”

“Indeed,” Cas said.

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