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Irritation licked up Skylar’s spine as he thought of how Viper got away from them. He and Martha had been killing for years, but they’d never run into a mark as randomly as they did him. He understood her surprise, but he knew they’d been made. They tried to keep their eyes on Viper so they could complete the kill and allow the news to pick up the story for verification—since they couldn’t cut his head off in public—but their server came over and stood right in front of them. But by the time the server left, Viper and his friends were gone.
Who were the men with him? His protégés? They’d be outnumbered, but Skylar was confident in his and Martha’s skills; they could have taken all three of them. Viper would be tricky, but they could easily kill two novices.
Viper’s reputation preceded him. He was smart, cunning and able to blend in no matter where he was. Since he hadn’t been picked up on any CCTV cameras, Skylar knew it was true.
“This job is a bust, Sky,” Martha said, her hands on her hips. “It would send us into the fucking stratosphere if we can kill Viper, but he’s like a fucking ghost. How can anyone hide from CCTV in this fucking city? It’s impossible. Hell, we’ve been trying to purposely avoid cameras and I saw us from a few different angles.” She sat on the bed, rubbing her hands on her thighs. “I don’t think we’ll get him. Let’s send the money back to The Director and tell him to send someone else.”
Skylar scoffed but softened his expression when he looked at Martha. The skin around her eyes were tight with worry, though she tried to hide it from him. Martha never worried. Together, they’d completed kills and move on, never worried about anything but being together.
Now, though, she looked unsure.
Kneeling in front of her, he took her hand and gave her a soft smile. “Mar, they can’t send someone else, because we’re the best. Viper isn’t better than us because he works alone. You have my back and I have yours. We can easily eliminate him, but we have to find that fucker. As soon as we do, we’ll end him. You believe me?”
She searched his face, the worry bleeding from her expression. “Yeah, I do,” she said with a sigh. “But let me at him first. I hate being made a fool of, and he’s been ducking us for too long.”
“Anything you want, my love.”
With that, Martha began to unpack their bags, waiting to hear from The Void about their next move.
sixteen
what’s your fantasy?
“Javi, Talon,”I call, leaning against the dresser with the robe belt wrapped around my palm.
It’s thicker than I would have liked, but I have to make do with what I have. It would be easy to go out and get some rope or something, but I’m not sure where I would get it. And my boys like to go everywhere I go, and they’d know as soon as I touched any kind of bondage equipment.
So the robe belt it is.
Talon comes bounding in the room, a ball of energy as he throws himself into my arms. “Yes, Daddy?”
Javier comes inside at a more sedate pace, his mouth quirking in a grin when he sees the two of us together.
I kiss him on the forehead and hold him at my side. “Baby boy,” I say, inclining my head to the bed. “Take off your shirt and climb on the bed.”
One of his eyebrows ticks up, but he does what I say. After Javi removes his shirt, he tosses it onto the floor and climbs onto the bed slowly. He turns around when he’s at the head, stretching his legs out in front of him.
I kiss the top of Talon’s head, then move over to the head of the bed. “Hands up, baby boy,” I murmur, showing him the length in my hands.
Javi stares at me in confusion, then his eyes go wide in understanding and he hastily puts his hands over his head. I thread the robe belt through the wrought iron of the bed and hook them onto his wrists. When he’s secure, I check his bindings, making sure he can’t slip out of them easily, but they’re not so tight they cut off circulation.
Javier’s chest rises and falls rapidly as he looks up at me with wide eyes. He licks his lips nervously, but I can sense his eagerness.
I slide closer to him, nosing along his jaw. “Are you okay?”
“Fi-fine. I’m good, Daddy.”
“This your first time being tied up?”
“Yeah.” That one word is full of excitement, nerves and heat.
Reaching behind me, I beckon Talon. “Come here, little one. I want you to touch him. Kiss him. Tease him for me.”
“Yes, Daddy,” Talon says in a breathy tone. He straddles Javier’s lap and runs a hand down his chest. Javier shudders as he watches Talon’s hands drift down until they reach the front of his pants.
Talon leans forward and takes Javier’s mouth in a gentle kiss, nipping and sucking at him. I watch them, my dick hard as fucking steel. I smile as Javier flexes his hands, pleased that the binds don’t loosen.
Before long, Talon deepens the kiss, arching into Javier as he threads his fingers into his thick waves. He grinds on Javier’s lap, moaning into the kiss with enthusiasm.
