Page 52 of His Reluctant Savior

“Look, Dalt… taking this job made me instantly distracted. It’s personal, and personal jobs are always distracting. I knew that going into it.”

“I’m assuming he let you go? Or did you…”

“I didn’t kill him, if that’s what you’re implying. We came to an understanding, but he’s rather… attached to me, so we’ve got three weeks to fix this shit before he hunts me down and drags me back home.”

“And kills me.”

“That’s not going to happen.”

“What if you have to make that choice?”

Sid sighed, getting serious. “The thought crossed my mind. I really don’t want to go down that road if I don’t have to. Let’s just make sure I never have to make those decisions.”

I heard what he wasn’t saying. He had a closer connection to his family than to me. He’d probably choose them, and I couldn’t say I would blame him, but it also made me trust Sid a little less.

“And your apprentice will stay silent to the rest of your family?”

“Yes, because he’s more mine than theirs. They had no idea he’d found me already. Regardless, we need to keep moving, so we’re out of here tomorrow.”

“Where to?”

“I want to stick to small towns, if we can, and stay on the outskirts at motels for quick escapes. We can get swallowed up in big cities, but there are also fucking cameras everywhere. We’d be easily tracked once they found our faces. I was thinking about Charles Town, West Virginia, next. It’s only thirty miles away, but I don’t want to head too far out in case we need to hurry back into DC or to get Owen.”

I dunked my sandwich into the soup and took a bite. “Have you considered what we can do with the evidence?” I asked with my mouth full.

“I have some ideas.”

“Besides killing them,” I added.

“We may have to, Boy Scout. But do you know what I would love? To have Speaker Rush suddenly so overcome with guilt that he puts a fucking bullet into his brain.”

“You meanurgehim to kill himself…”

He shrugged. “Whatever works. I don’t mind killing men like that. Men like my uncle deserve to die. Prison is too good for them. I only wished my uncle suffered a bit more, but at least he was aware long enough to know it was me who ended him. And people like Rush? He’d end up in prison formaybesix months if we can even get him convicted. So yeah, I don’t mind doing what they did to your friend Evelyn. I’d relish watching him take a sharp blade and cut along his veins until he bled out, crying about his sadand woeful fucking life. And he would because men like that are cowards and have no remorse for hurting young girls and boys.”

I swallowed at his words, suddenly no longer hungry. It wasn’t what Sid had said that bothered me. I knew what he was and what he did for a living. It was me questioning whether I was really all that good because I didn’t think I would be bothered too much if Sid did that to Rush.

Everything I held dear and believed in had been shattered. I wasn’t ignorant. I chose to join the FBI because I knew how bad the world could be and understood that even within our own government, there were bad men. But this? Killing a young, trafficked girl, unintentionally or not, and then covering it up was vile. Did they do that to young girls often? The cover-up had been so costly that they literally hunted me like I was prey, putting not only my life at risk, but that of my son. And they killed Evelyn. Don’t even get me started on the recklessness of the car chases, risking innocent bystanders.

“Enough about this,” Sid said, pulling me out of my thoughts. “Let’s have sex, then we can move on tomorrow.”

I smirked and shook my head. “Is sex all you think about? What did we just talk about regarding distractions?”

He leaned forward and pursed his lips. I also leaned forward and kissed him, leaving him with a smile on his face. “It’s a distraction worth having. I plan to corrupt your body as much as I can for as long as I can. If I can have that before I die, then I’ll die a happy man.”

What the hell? Why not?

I drank my water, wiped my mouth, and stood. Sid watched my every movement as if sensing what I planned to do. I movedaround the table as he turned to face me, still sitting. I shoved my leg between his thighs and spread his knees apart before dropping to the floor and reaching for the button of his jeans, popping them open.

“You want a taste of me, Boy Scout?”

I glanced up at him as I unzipped his pants. “Yes.”

One thing Sid was right about was that we didn’t know how much time we had left. Even if my life went back to normal, the likelihood that Sid and I would still be a thing wasn’t probable. Even so, I was still a single dad, and we wouldn’t be able to do this nearly as much with a young child.

Would I want Sid involved in my life with my son?

What I needed to do was get the fuck out of my head and focus on Sid’s cock swelling through his jeans.

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