Page 82 of The Bloke

Pulling up the zipper of my boot, I dropped my foot to the floor and grabbed my black leather jacket as I passed the dresser on my way out of the bedroom, shrugging it over my shoulders.

“Tell me again what the plan is,” I said as I stepped into the elevator beside him.

I checked my phone for the time before sliding it into my jacket pocket as the doors closed and we began descending floors. It was almost three in the afternoon; we wanted to get an early start to formulate a solid plan before going after my target later tonight.

“Oh, you’ll love this one. Kevin Scott owns two escort services and has recently had several complaints filed against him for misconduct toward his employees. Some of the complaints note that he has threatened assault and other unsavory things.”

“Sounds like Dustin wants me to pass if he’s giving me such a red flag to take down.”

“Our targets are never innocent, love. There is always a reason for what we do; we aren’t serial killers.” He laughed as the elevator stopped and the doors opened to the parking garage.

“If you say so…” I rolled my eyes as I strolled towards our motorcycle and climbed into the passenger seat. “So what am I to do? Pretend to be a new escort and stab him in the dick when he threatens me with a good time?”

Colby shook his head as he chuckled and looked at me with a broad smile that reached his eyes.

“You truly are something else, love.”

“You’re right. I am everything.” I cooed, leaning over the center console and lightly kissing his lips before buckling myselfin. “Let’s do this so we can ride off into the sunset like murderous bandits and wash our hands off in Lake Las Vegas.”

“Whatever my wife wants.” My husband winked before pulling out of the parking garage toward Sunset Boulevard.

EPILOGUE

Colby

I didn’t think itwould be possible for a woman to whip me as hard as my wife did, but I consider myself entirely whipped at this point.

When I married Sienna, I knew she was the only one for me, but I never thought she would be as unhinged as she was now.

While I had been hesitant to trust Sienna with her test all over again—images of her taking that bullet still vivid in my mind—I stayed back until she needed me. She had something to prove, and I would let her.

I dropped my wife off in front of Solitude before heading into the connecting parking ramp in the back. She had planned to enter alone and lure her target, Kevin Scott, to the limousine pick-up.

I made arrangements earlier in the day with Dustin to request that one of the MUR limos be ready for us to utilize. Once I had parked, I slid into the driver's seat and put on the black Chauffeur hat and sunglasses that were sitting on the passenger seat.

Not too long after I had gotten into position, Sienna made her way out of the hotel with her target wrapped around her. It took everything in me to resist killing him myself while I watched his hands slowly descend her body as they approached me.

Being a gentleman, Kevin opened the door for my wife, and she crawled in with a seductive smile, pushing her ass out as much as she could to keep his attention.

“Do you have to lay it on this thick?” I growled when I had the chance.

Sienna glared at me with a hiss before effortlessly snapping back to her bedroom eyes and the persona she was wearing as a mask. I had to hand it to her; she definitely was quite the actress.

Once Kevin had entered the limo and they were snuggled up in the back seat, I pulled out of the ramp and started driving us away from the Strip. I watched my wife work in the rear-view mirror, ready to pull over and take care of the man myself if she ran into any trouble.

She whispered something into his ear before giving me a wink and sliding herself over his lap to straddle him. I couldn’t hear their conversation with how far back they were—not like I would want to listen to the unsavory things he was most likely telling her.

I took my eyes off of them to make a turn onto the highway, and in those split seconds, I heard Sienna’s boisterous laughter before the all-too-familiar sounds of strangled, gurgling gasps for air filled the back of the limo.

I abruptly pulled over and jerked around in my seat to see my wife lock eyes with mine over her shoulder, her face and chest spattered with blood, straddling a lifeless and blood-soaked Kevin Scott.

“He told me I would be his most prized asset but required a sample of what I could do before confirming.” She shrugged, dropping the bloody knife onto the black leather seat before she removed herself from his lap and crawled her way towards me. “I think I’ve proven myself.”

When she reached the window, I wrapped my hand around the back of her head and pulled her blood-covered face towards mine.

Not only did this woman take a bullet and nearly die to protect me out of love, but now I had just witnessed her kill a man in cold blood to protect a future for us—one she didn’t even choose to begin with.

“You’re far more than just a mere prize, love.” I scanned her face in awe before capturing her mouth with mine. She was perfection.

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