“When? How?”
“Oh, Victor, I had hopes that we’d follow those two assassins, the married ones.”
“That is an idea.” My fingertips trail over the spindly curve of her hip. “When did you see us?”
“We’re here to fuck, Victor.”
“There’s something you want more than sex, Fuyoung. Your gaze is awash with envy for the same sort of dynamic as those two married cunts.” I nip the bend at her shoulder, relaying what she’s already disclosed. “You want that for us.”
“Yes.”
“The duo trusts each other, Fuyoung. How did you find me, sweetheart?”
“My sister and I were never thebelovedof X-Member. We took assignments on the black market, any paying gig. Have to make ends meet.” A resentful glare tracks across her meager accommodations.
Alright, Monica hasn’t failed me.All assassins operate under an alias, like myself, and the best of us are virtually ghosts. Hence, my team has the advantage and necessary skill of tracking the assassins’ database and missions linked to the general area. At which point, Monica or Paul can further attempt to triangulate a location for members.
“Go on.”
“Luxury backed into the suit. I thought she was your target. That you’d masterminded her death, and she’d slumped into your arms—dead.”
Running my thumb over my index finger, I cease the animosity rising in my chest.Luxury dead? That’s simply unacceptable.
“I watched through the site on my rifle while the two of you struck up a conversation. The way she looked at you. I assumed you’d toy with your mark for a while. I searched the X-Member portal for her demographics, a twenty-something female New Yorker. I wondered if she was low-hanging fruit for anyone to expire. We’d then steal the score. But I wanted to see you first.”
Ahh, I see.While Fuyoung pivots her story back to talks ofus,I contemplate how cheaper assassinations can appear on a list for newer members.The cunt
“I should’ve known the infamousVic,who had a death wish a decade ago, was now highly sought out.”
My mouth twitches. That’s true. The day Burt found an outlet for my deviant delights, I wasn’t operating under the guise that I was invincible. I’d not given a bloody fuck if I survived. I’d often steal another sniper’s assignments, a bloke who called himself Jackson, making a game of it until I was in a league of my own with choices.
Brilliant choices such as the bloke in England or Dr. Jonah Whitson.
“So, you followed Luxury?” I encourage, realizing that’s also how she slipped one by me. The cunt stalked me from an elevated spot then sunk her teeth intomyLittle One.
“For the most part, we followed her then switched gears to the beta.”
She must mean Graham.
“Earlier, when I said others were coming, I lied.”
“How long does it take?”
“For the chairmen to doubt you’ll follow through? I’ve been an associate longer than you, although obviously not favored. Still, I don’t know how—”
“How long?”
“I’m sorry. I don’t know when they’ll send someone to complete your mission.” One slender shoulder lifts, steady eyes on mine.
Fuck, that’s not a lie.
“Do you trust me, now, Victor?” Her tongue slides over scraggy lips.
My tone is heavy with lust as I say, “You may fuck yourself now.”
Fuyoung starts to snatch off her bra.
“Stop.”