Page 113 of Fragile Facade
Ransom shrugs. “We thought Axel was working with Reaper Corp at the start, and Wentworth was funding his research. He’s a billionaire, seems to evade everyone, met with Yates that night in Janie’s Woods, and now he’s interested in Remi’s house? Why?”
“Because he’s a nosey prick who doesn’t know what team to bat for, so he’s putting spoons everywhere,” Seven says. “I say you just kill him when you meet with him, Director. Off the bastard, take his money, and be done with him. We already held him as a prisoner, so it’s not like he’s going to work with us.”
“There is information I need from him first.” Director inhales through his nose while Killian’s hand slides up my thigh, cupping my cock and rubbing. “He will work with us if he wants property in Moros. We need his money, and we need to know what pokers he has in whose fires. We want him close so we can keep an eye on him. Just like we’re keeping an eye on Lock’s three potential insiders. We leaked the info, and now we wait.”
My lips part and my breath comes out wobbly when my cock firms up and my body sweats. Killian keeps rubbing gently, subtly, and I can’t even help that my thighs have spread.
“I don’t need to tell you all again how proud I am of you for unifying the town. Everyone is working together, on the same page, and allied in this fight. Alas, I’ll say it again. I’m proud of you.”
Kyd’s smile is full of pride. “Awww, thank you, poppa bear!”
“Don’t call me that.”
“Love you.” Kyd stands. “Love all of you!”
“But,” Director butts in. “Another body ended up in the morgue late last night. Being prepped for a funeral and burial.” Director looks right at me and Killian. “Anything to say?”
All I do is breathe when my hips subtly thrust against Killian’s hand. I can feel my face getting red, so I lean forward to brace my elbows on the table to hide my lap. “I’ll be at the funeral,” is all I say.
Killian laughs when Director looks at him. “What? I was keeping my end of the bargain. Sauder curse is over. You’re fucking welcome.”
Everyone groans at his ego, but Director shakes his head again. “Alotta dead bodies turning up from you lately, Riot.”
Killian gives my cock a smack, making me choke. “It’s called romance.”
“Romance?!” Menace cackles. “The fuck do you know about romance?”
I know he’s rubbing my cock so perfectly that I can’t think straight, and if he doesn’t stop, I’m going to come in my pants.
“Who are you romancing?” Director asks.
“This one,” Killian says, tilting his head at me. “Not my fault his love language is murder and death.”
“You might wanna hang back after this meeting,” Director tells us both. “So we can talk about what love means to you both.”
Ransom leans back in his chair, refusing to leave. Menace grabs a bag of candy from his pocket. Kyd plants his chin in his palms to stare at us. Krypt rolls his eyes, and Facts looks like he’s interested in the answer for scientific purposes. Glitch grins at us, and Seven kicks his feet up.
“Fuck all of you,” I snap at them, trying to bat Killian’s hand away. He grabs my thigh instead.
Everyone laughs, but they still don’t move, so I look at Monster. Instead of being interested in mocking us, he looks interested in hearing what love is. For some reason, my heart cracks in half at that. He doesn’t know. None of us really know, but he’s so warped he tries to pick up any bit of information he can about things he was twisted into believing mean something different from what they really mean.
“I fucking know what love is,” Killian says.
“What is it?” Director asks. “Are you sure you want to do this with an audience?”
“Ashamed?” I look at him.
“Fuck you, sweetheart. I ain’t ashamed of shit.” He squeezes my thigh. “It’s picking someone to be yours because they’re too fucked up to survive on their own, so you take them under your?—”
I kick his shins. “You’re the one who’s too fucked up. You drowned me, paralyzed me in my own fucking grave, and hung me in the music shop.”
“Oh my god,” Director’s voice barely breaches my attention.
“And you loved every second of it.” Killian grins, and shit, I did love every second of it. Even the seconds I hated.
Menace laughs hard, and Kyd pulls out a journal—I don’t want to know where from—to jot this down. Everyone else either smirks or snickers, and my cheeks flame.
“Love is owning someone,” I declare.
