Page 23 of Damaged

When Rogue stepped closer, Tony started begging.

“I’ll change! I swear!”

Wrath crouched down and pressed the barrel of his weapon into Tony’s forehead and the guy shut the fuck up.

He thought for a moment that Rogue would shoot them, but that was not the case.

Removing a small metal kit from his jacket, Rogue handed it to Tony.

“Make up a couple of hits.”

Tony’s eyes widened and he opened the case.

“Ooooweee,” the stupid fucker crowed like he’d won the lottery. Doug scooted closer and was more skeptical.

“What’s in it?”

“Heroin. I took it off the guy downstairs.”

Wrath smirked. That was true and he still felt admiration at the move Rogue had used to one-handedly knock the drug dealer out and steal his stash.

“Steve’s stuff?” Tony laughed and worked up a couple of needles.

“Why don’t you make more so you have it to last,” Rogue suggested.

Tony eagerly complied and made up a few spares.

Wrath leaned against the wall near the closed door inside the dirty and smelly apartment. This was Rogue’s show. If it were him, he would have put a bullet in each of their heads and been done with it.

Not Rogue, though, the assassin had a plan.

When the pair were high enough, Rogue stepped over, kicked them both until they were sprawled out, and then squatted next to each man to shoot them up with another needle.

Wrath watched, intrigued. “Talk to me,” he murmured.

“Their deaths can’t lead back to Melissa.”

“Who the fuck is Melissa?” A hot spike of jealousy fisted his gut.

Rogue threw him a look, but Wrath couldn’t decipher it because of that fucking mask. Ignoring him, Rogue turned back and pressed two fingers to Tony’s throat and then did the same with Doug.

“They’re dead,” Rogue said and dumped the metal box near Tony’s hand.

When he didn’t move, Rogue gripped his bicep and marched him out of the room like he was a two-year-old.

It set his teeth on edge, but he allowed it until they were outside. That was when he turned and hit a nerve point that would numb Rogue’s arm, and when the younger man gasped, Wrath stepped away.

And then he walked away instead of putting Rogue on his ass.

Did the man think his feelings were a fucking game?

He was halfway down the street when Rogue caught up to him.

“Wrath.”

A hand on his arm was meant to stop him, but Wrath avoided it. Rogue tried to grab him again, but again Wrath dodged. He could do that all damned night. Unless he wanted Rogue to catch him, there was no way in hell the man could.

“Melissa is the woman who hired me,” Rogue muttered, hurrying to keep up with his quick strides.

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