Page 6 of Agony

“Then it’s settled.” Savage gave a nod of agreement and leaned back against the black leather desk chair looking pleased.

“Wait a minute, I have conditions.” Fisher turned in his chair to glare at the side of his head and Justice gave the man his full attention.

“Conditions?”

“Yes. You’re too damned bossy.” Fisher’s hands waved when he spoke before clenching into fists to rest on the top of his thighs. It was a telling move that told him Fisher was restless and angry.

He didn’t think his desire to be in the lead was a problem.

Was that what Fisher was angry about?

After getting along for almost two weeks, Fisher had spent the past two days ignoring him. The assassin had alternated between giving him the cold shoulder or shooting him a death glare from those gorgeous eyes.

Not that he minded having those eyes on him, but he’d much rather prefer them to be filled with lust and minus the angry wariness.

It had taken him the past fourteen days to get Fisher to kind of sort of trust him. And Justice was sure that trust came and went often. Sometimes, he thought he saw something else in the man’s eyes, but it was too brief to figure out.

He’d been the one to start all this when he’d insisted that Fisher partner with him. The reason was that he wasn’t going to miss the chance for them to get to know each other.

But he wasn’t willing to share that with Fisher just yet. It was early days and hopefully, they’d have a long time to flesh out this feeling he had when he looked at the slender dark-haired beauty. He couldn’t do that if Fisher wasn’t with him.

“Justice?” Savage said, dragging his eyes from Fisher.

“I may be a tad controlling,” he admitted, dropping his linked hands from behind his head and straightening in the leather chair.

“Try pushy and dictatorial.”

“And your point?” Justice smirked, knowing it drove Fisher crazy.

Sure enough, it set Fisher off and the slender man stood in a smooth, controlled move.

“That’s it. I’m done.”

“Wait.” Justice was up and he gripped Fisher’s wrist. The man twisted his arm, but he hung on. Fisher glanced at the door and every inch of the man was tense as if wanting to flee.

He couldn’t have that.

“Say it,” Fisher’s voice was tight.

Justice realized he was on borrowed time.

Even gripping Fisher, he knew the assassin could have laid him out by now, of that he had no doubts.

“Tell me your conditions.” Justice eased his grip and smoothed his thumb at the pulse point on Fisher’s wrist and the man abruptly pulled free.

“We spend time making plans and then you do whatever the fuck you want. I need you to see me. I’m your partner, not your trainee or apprentice.”

“I agree,” he said, rubbing a hand at the back of his neck. “Now, can we go eat?”

Fisher blinked at him before shooting a look at Savage as if to silently say… See what the fuck I mean?

“Give it two more weeks,” Savage suggested and sent Justice a stern look. “Partner means working together.”

“Got it,” he answered, but the problem had been solved. Now, he was more interested in where they would go and eat.

He and Fisher had two more weeks together and that was a win in his book. It had taken him a long time to get here with Fisher and he’d be damned if he’d let the man get away.

Yeah so, he was a control freak, but there were a lot worse things to be in life.

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