“Was stalking me? You’re still stalking me.”
“I always will be. I have a proposition for you. How about we take down the son of a bitch who killed your sister.”
“Now that is a proposition I would be interested in pursuing.”
I turn so that I can sit on his lap and face him. I run my hands over his five o’ clock shadow that only adds to his good looks. I can see the dark circles under his eyes that I know are there because he was so worried about me. I am adding another dimension to his work that I am certain he hadn’t taken under consideration—the stress of worrying about my safety on the job.
“You didn’t take into consideration that I was going to add to your stress level, did you?”
“We don’t always foresee the issues that will come up with the decisions we make in life. It would be much harder to be without you than it is to make sure you’re taken care of and kept safe.”
“I don’t need to be taken care of, Cash.”
“The fuck you don’t. You’re part of this team now.”
He pulls me towards him with his hand at the back of my neck and presses his lips into mine, nibbling at my bottom lip. I can immediately feel the heat build between my legs from needing him. There is no doubt I’ve missed him. I rise up enough to lower myself down onto his hard cock. Water splashes as he forcefully pushes up into me. A growl from somewhere deep in his chest resonates.
“Touch yourself, baby. Forget all the stress and strain and come for me.”
My hand makes its way down between my legs, circling over my swollen clit, as he takes one of my nipples between his teeth and bites down just hard enough to send me over the edge. A wave of pleasure courses through me and carries away all the terror, fear, and ugliness of the job in its wake. It leaves my body, floating away and out into the water surrounding me. It confirms to me that it is time for me to let go of the last job and begin the next one of exacting revenge on the man who took my sister from me. It has been years since he needlessly killed her and he would never suspect me coming for him. He would be leisurely living his life as if nothing had happened and Cash and I will be able to pounce when he least expects it. We will be successful where so many others fail when getting revenge because we have waited so long that he believes her death is a thing of the past and long forgotten. I haven’t forgiven and I damn sure haven’t forgotten.
Chapter Fifteen
Cash
I put the coffee down in front of her where she sits, reading the information Hunter and I gathered on our next mark.
Name: Steven Taggart
Age: 38
Residence: Miami, Florida
Occupation: Drug dealer
Marital Status: Widowed
“Widowed, my ass. That motherfucker killed my sister in cold blood.”
“I don’t doubt that. Do you know why he did it?”
“I think she probably threatened to leave him and she knew too much.”
“I would have just chained you to the bed if you threatened to leave me,” I tease, nuzzling her neck and smelling the scent of lavender and sex from the intimate bath we just shared.
“I’d probably just let you at this point.”
“I’m shocked! Are you saying that the woman, unable to bond, has bonded with me?”
“No… I’m just addicted to the sex.”
“That works for me. I’m good with whatever keeps you around, girl.” I sit down ready to get serious about this next job. “This guy is no joke. He is neck deep in organized crime and, as you already know, he is a killer.”
“I won’t be satisfied until I put a bullet between his eyes to avenge the death of my sister,” she responds vehemently.
“I’m going to be the man to put you in that position—your real live hero.”
“You’re already my hero and my partner in crime.”
“Yes I am, love. Now, let’s look at what we’re dealing with. As badly as I hate to admit it, this guy is quite the criminal entrepreneur. He came up with one hell of a way to get drugs into the country. The son of a bitch owns a string of successful car lots. He has the drugs placed in the cars when they are being manufactured and when you buy a car from him, you get the drugs.”
“That is a good idea. It looks like you’re going car shopping, Cash. He knows what I look like so I can’t do it. The next time he sees my face will be when I’m putting a bullet between his eyes.”
Chapter Sixteen
Johnnie
I look up to see Hunter walking into the room. He reminds me of a handsome college frat boy. His tousled, dark blonde hair and smiling blue eyes are deceiving because underneath those boyish good looks, is one of the most proficient computer hackers in the nation. Anything that needs to be tracked down online, he is able to find. It is why they call him Hunter; there is no escaping his all seeing, cyberspace eyes. If he gets you in his sights, he can find out anything he wants to know. He is indispensable to the team.