“Fucker deserved it.” She wiggles, trying to break free from her binding, but she grunts her annoyance at me as I watch. “You going to just watch me or help?”
I’m turned on and scared shitless. I’ll think twice next time I sink down between her legs to feast on her. One wrong move and she could have me gasping for air and taking my last breath. “Sorry,” I tell her and work at the knot after she turns her back to me to give me easier access. “What the hell are we going to do with them? We can’t just leave them here.”
“We’re going to need help.” She rubs her wrists once they’re free. “There’s another Greenlight agent here. I’ll have to call in for backup to help us minimize any exposure.”
My eyebrows shoot up. “There’s another one of you?”
“Yeah.” She pushes off the ground and brushes off her naked ass.
“Who?”
She pulls up her skirt and rearranges her clothing. “I don’t know, but we’re about to find out.”
I stand over Grayson’s lifeless body, watching as Kennedy places a call, talking in code as she unlocks the door. If this isn’t handled right, we’re all going to be in a world of hurt. Nothing ends a life faster than betrayal, and the fact that Kennedy is a secret agent and I’m caught in a fucked-up tangled web doesn’t help shit.
Her fingers move across her cheeks, wiping away the tears and mascara. “He’ll be here in two.”
I stalk toward her and need a minute alone with her beforehearrives. Reaching out, I wrap my hands around her arms and pull her body flush against me. “We gotta talk.”
“Later,” she tells me. “We don’t have time now.”
“There’s no time except now, Kennedy. Whatever happened in the past…” I trail off and lean my head forward, closer to her. “None of it matters. When I thought they were going to kill you, I had to come after you.”
“Thank you,” she whispers with her lips almost touching mine, her eyes wide and dark.
“I love you, Kennedy. It’s fucked up, but I love you.”
A slow smile spreads across her face. “I love you too,” she whispers.
My lips crash against hers, claiming her as mine. Every pent-up feeling comes out through our kiss. Our tongues move together, sliding against the other’s as we moan. I don’t know if my senses are heightened or if the adrenaline that had been coursing through my body has come crashing down, but this kiss isn’t like any other kiss we’ve had before.
When the door opens, she pulls away, and I’m left gasping for air in the same way the two dead men on the floor did. Someday, she’ll be the death of me.
Slowly I turn, wondering who the other mole inside the Loft is, and to my surprise, it’s the last person I ever expected. “Wolf?”
Never in a million years would I think Wolf was undercover. Maybe he got involved after getting caught, much like me. Either way, I’m sure the shock is written all over my face along with my mouth hanging open.
He strides in and takes in the sight of Grayson and Hassan before slamming the door closed behind him. “This is some fucked-up shit.” He shakes his head and looks at Kennedy first and then focuses his gaze on me. “You do this?” he asks me.
“We both did.”
He grunts his approval. “Let’s get this shit cleaned up. We can’t leave a trace of what really happened to them. We need to make sure to keep your cover here at the Loft, or years of work for Greenlight will be down the drain.”
“Right. Maybe we can make it look like a murder-suicide?” Kennedy says before Wolf starts to work his magic.
“Hmmm,” he mutters, scratching his chin. “It could work. Just need some…” He glances up and our eyes follow, noticing an old beam running through the room. “We just need some rope to hang one of them, and then we can stage the other with a gun. We can handle the coroner, but we need the people inside this building to believe that they murdered each other.”
“Works for me,” I say because I don’t give a fuck what we do with them as long as it clears Kennedy and me from any issues in the future.
If anyone inside the Loft found out that Kennedy is an agent and that I knew or helped her, there would be a bounty on both of our heads. The last thing I want is to put her in further danger and ruin everything I’ve worked so hard to build.
“I’m game,” she says quickly and bends over near where she was bound when I walked in. “I have rope, and there’s a gun. Let’s get to work.”
Who the fuck is this creature in front of me?
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