Page 92 of Descent

“Graves,” I say stiffly, my hand going to my holstered gun.

That psychotic fuck tilts his head in amusement, his skull mask hiding the face of the well-known killer.

“Griggs, it’s been a minute. Now, don’t tell me you took out my mark before I could,” he tuts, that amused lilt to his voice only amplifying how unhinged this man is.

Don’t get me wrong, I can fucking slaughter someone with hardly a blink or moment’s hesitation, but this guy…he enjoys it, has fun with it. Being in the same…line of work, we’ve run into each other over the years. My parents used to talk about the Graves brothers from time to time. Sometimes they would take out his mark before he could, other times, it was vice versa. Whoever his employer is, they seem to have similar enemies to the Brethren.

“Sorry, looks like you’re getting slow with old age,” I remark flatly.

A glint of silver flashes from his side, a long hunting knife firmly gripped in his hand. He hmphs lightly as we both stand still, watching the other, waiting. I’d like to say I’m not afraid of going toe to toe with most people. I know without a doubt, though, out of anyone in the world, I do not want to go againstZayden Graves. I might make it out the other side, but it won’t be without a few dozen stab wounds as a parting gift.

Lucky for me, he seems as uninterested in a fight as I do.

“You don’t mind if I tell my employer I handled it, do you?” he says on a laugh.

“Not as long as you don’t mind me telling mine that I handled it.”

“Fine by me, you saved me a load of laundry tonight. I have an angel to go see, anyways.”

With that, he turns on his heel and walks off into the distance, disappearing into the tree line. I stand still, watching him every step of the way until I know for sure he is gone, before I begin walking to my bike. Now that I’m not faced with the hurdle of going head-to-head with one of the nation’s most lethal hitmen, I have a new target in mind. One that is deserving of all of my wrath and then some.

Andrew motherfucking Hutchinson. You better hope I don’t fucking find you.

Chapter Thirty Seven

Skyla

I’m finishing cleaning our plates from dinner before wiping down the counters. Vincent hasn’t been by today, but he did text me to tell me that he loves me and that he’s going to find Andrew. Ronan and Wesley hung out until Asher and Liam came home. Then they were gone, off to search for Andrew another way.

It’s odd that one moment he was here, going to class, saying hi in the halls, and now he’s just…gone. It definitely doesn’t bode well for his case of not being guilty. Having a bold gesture like that in public and then going AWOL…yeah, it’s not comforting.

Flopping down on the end of Liam’s bed, I feel him lean over and smack my ass, giving me a mirth filled smirk as he does. I turn to face him, crawling towards him with a smile of my own. Since Liam’s accident, Asher and I have practically lived in the living room with him. The stairs would be too hard for him, and I don’t want him to feel like he’s all alone down here.

His ribs are slowly healing, but still not all the way better, and obviously, he’s still in a cast. It has definitely limited what we are able to…do in the bedroom, but of course, that hasn’t stopped Liam. He’s laying in the middle of the bed, and I come up to lay on his left side while Asher is texting on his right.

“You looking for trouble, sir?” I tease.

Liam’s eyes light up as he nods quickly.

“Yes, ma’am. Please and thank you!”

I laugh at that, closing the distance between us as he cups my jaw. The kiss is slow and sweet, his tongue peeking out only once or twice to toy with me before he begins peppering my neck with kisses. I moan softly at the feel of it when Asher’s head snaps away from his phone. He looks to me, his eyes darkening with lust as he scoots closer, leaning over Liam to press his lips to mine.

With Liam’s mouth still on my neck and Asher’s lips against mine, I feel like I’m in heaven. Being worshiped by these two godlike men is absolutely surreal, but for the love of all things holy, no one pinch me please.

I feel a hand slip under my chin before Liam pulls me away from Asher and back to his mouth. I go easily, enjoying the different feel and technique between the two. Asher mimics this move, both pulling me back and forth until Asher is kissing the left side of my mouth while Liam is kissing my right. I know the instant their lips accidentally touch because they both freeze, all of our eyes flying open while they stare at each other.

Surprise hits me when it’s Asher who turns away from me, angling himself to Liam as he lifts his hand and cups his jaw, just as tenderly as he was with me. I watch as Liam practically melts against Asher, their tongues tangling together in a way that makes my pussy throb.

Slowly, they inch their bodies closer together until they are both plastered to each other. Asher’s leg slides between Liam’s,their sweats grinding against each other. I can’t help but sit up a little, my eyes greedily taking in the sight of their cocks grinding together. A throaty moan escapes Liam as Asher grabs his hip, bringing him flush to his body.

Carefully, Liam maneuvers himself so that he’s now straddling Asher. It’s a delicate process with his cast, but somehow, he’s able to make it work, and the lust in Asher’s eyes tells me it was more than worth it for him.

I watch as Liam chances a new move, his hand runs down Asher’s chest before resting on his cock, wrapping around the length as their mouths are pressed together. Asher arches into Liam’s hold as Liam grinds himself against him, panting when they pull apart and look at each other.

“That feel good?” Liam asks cautiously.

Asher doesn’t respond, just gives him a jerky nod. Liam grins at that, a wide, beautiful smile as he presses a kiss to Asher’s neck, running his mouth down his shirtless chest before pausing just above his waistline. Liam’s eyes glance down at it, clearly having a battle with himself internally when I speak.

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