Page 56 of Savage Kingdom

Her eyes widened in surprise at my question. “What about what you came to do?”

“It can wait. I know you can take care of yourself, but when I’m here, you don’t have to.”

Her chest rose and fell rapidly at my admission. “I’ll be okay.”

I nodded, stepping aside so she could get by. I wasn’t going to get in her way, and besides, if I didn’t do my job, I didn’t get paid. I started to walk away, but she was there holding my hand, stopping me from going any farther. “Do you regret betraying your country?”

I masked my face so she wouldn’t know I was pleased. She knew I was no longer with MI6, which meant she had looked into me or had asked about me.

“Betraying them was the easy part. Watching you walk away and not stopping you, that was the hard part.”

This time I walked away.

The house was big, old, and opulent with people mingling everywhere, champagne and drugs passed around as party favors. It was one giant orgy. Swingers, voyeurs, and people with kinks came here to let loose once a month. Most of them had no clue of the horrors that the basement housed.

My target was a middle-aged man. He had touched something that wasn’t his to take and now I was paid to take him out. I counted on the fact that Yates wouldn’t like to bring attention to his little operation. I could make the hit, and he would clean the mess.

He would probably be cautious for a few months, but then he would start his parties all over again. Men like him got drunk on their power, and fetishes like his were not easy to please, so he would do anything to get his fix.

I searched the rooms, turning down offers from both men and women, trying to act unsuspicious around the guards I saw milling around. As I worked on the first floor, there was no sign of Daphne, and I was curious to know what she was up to, but I wanted her to be the one to tell me.

When there was no sign of my target on the main floor, I made my way upstairs to search the rooms. My intel was good, so I knew he was here. People were fucking in the rooms, or watching others fuck. I ran a hand over my face feeling frustrated. In the corner of my eye, I saw Daphne making her way down from the master bedroom.

Irrational anger came down on me.

I walked up to her and grabbed her by the shoulder and pulled her into a room with me. A woman was in bed getting fucked by three men. She looked at me with hunger in her gaze, ready to add a fourth.

Ignoring the scene, I turned to Daphne, who was looking at the woman, her head cocked.

“Did you come here to fuck Yates?”

Her gaze cut to mine.

“And if I did, how’s that any of your business?” Her eyes cut to the woman, who was moaning loudly, getting off on the fact that we were in the room.

“You are my fucking business,” I told her.

She stayed quiet for a second, then spoke just as the woman on the bed started to climax.

“A long time ago, Yates acquired something that was not for him. I am here to reclaim what was once stolen.”

I smiled at her ambiguity.

“You’re fucking cute when you try to be evasive, you know that.”

She growled like a kitten.

Since neither Daphne and I had found what we were looking for, that meant that our marks were in the catacombs.

“Laundry chute?” I brought Daphne in front of me and wrapped my arms around her as I whispered in her ear. She stiffened but ultimately let me since we couldn’t attract much attention to ourselves.

She turned her head up and looked at me with a wicked glint in her eyes. “How about we cause a little mayhem?”

DidI want to cause mayhem? Was she serious? I lived for this shit.

I smirked at her.

“Do your worst, Petal. As long as I’m here, nothing will touch you.”

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