Page 95 of Falcon's Prey

“Gideon,” I warned.

“They will be sending a message soon.”

He didn’t have to say who they were. I already knew. I’d been waiting for this message. I didn’t know if it would be a bullet coming from the back or the front.

“When they do, I need to send a little message of my own.”

“Who do they send to deliver a message?” I prodded.

I knew next to nothing about the organization. The operations weren’t stateside, so G heard more about it.

“Their executioner, which leads me to what I want.”

I went to the fridge, taking items out to make some breakfast for Ember. “Okay, but first, I need you for two things.”

“Falcon, you’re not in a position to make demands. I didn’t have to bring your plaything back to you.”

I continued to make food without facing him. “You want something bad enough that you got on a plane and flew across the world to get it. I’ll do it, no questions asked…I’ll even let you do the torturing.”

This time I did turn to see he was contemplating it. He gave me a brief nod to keep going.

“One, I want you at the fight. Something goes wrong, I need you to come back and get her out of here, set her up, and make her disappear.”

“You like this one, don’t you? You never cared about Pam that way.”

I went on, ignoring his Pam comment. “Second, we need to give a little house visit.”

“Those are my favorite kind. Should I go dig up my tool kit?”

“I’m sure what you have with you is more than enough.” This last request was somewhat of a push. “You still have contacts in government?”

“Yes,” he answered tentatively.

“Can you get me anything and everything on Silas Remington?”

Gideon smiled a different time of smile than the one he had earlier, not playful—this was full of sadistic enjoyment. “If you’re doing what I think you’re doing, that’s fucking cruel.”

“Just get me the information, and I will pass along the message.”

“Deal,” he agreed.

He took the plate I handed him and started to eat. I went back to the room to find an empty bed.

So much for this breakfast-in-bed bullshit.

Setting the plate down, I headed to the bathroom door that was ajar. Ember stood wrapped in a towel, looking at herself in the mirror. Her neck was purple and red all over.

“Morning.” I leaned against the door smirking at her. She looked fucking beautiful, a choker of my creation on her neck on top of her breast.

She looked at me through the mirror, and I didn’t know if she was happy or sad. Slowly, she turned around and opened the towel. There were little scratches on her nipples from the pinwheel, hickeys going down her navel and the apex of her thighs, and bruises from my fingers on her wrist, legs, and hips. My dick grew hard at the sight. Last night she took everything, silently asking for more.

“You look incredibly gorgeous,” I said, leaving all pretense that she didn’t affect me.

Ember closed the towel again and made her way to me. When she was in front of me, she got on her tiptoes and kissed me.

Her kiss was timid, insecure. Nothing like her.

“What’s wrong?” I asked.

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