The next coupleweeks are a whirlwind. Killing people isn’t standard procedure at Greenlight, and Nix, Wolf, and I all have to sit through many hours of interviews.
We pulled off the murder-suicide crime scene for anyone outside the agency. I came up with the idea of leaving Hassan’s pants down to raise the question that it could have been a lover’s quarrel gone bad between the two of them. That was my final middle finger to that motherfucker.
I should have tried harder to feign remorse over squeezing the life out of him since I’m only supposed to kill people in the direst of situations. It definitely qualified as dire—there was no way I was getting out of that basement alive if Hassan and Grayson had anything to say about it. But given that Greenlight sent Olivia and me overseas to save Hassan’s ass because the brass wanted to use him to get to bigger targets, I had to explain why taking him out had been my only choice.
Nix is considered square with Greenlight now. Saving an agent’s life in the field earns a source the highest of accolades. But I’ve noticed he seems almostdisappointedthat his brief stint with Greenlight is over.
Coco has decided to enroll in the trainee program for Greenlight. She’s never given up on her dream of becoming a spy and playing dress-up. In the short time she’s been there, she’s thrived. Nix is proud of her and supports her decision one hundred percent. She’ll be done with training in the next six months, and then she’s going to be unleashed on the world.
Like right now, when he just fucked me into another dimension after we celebrated the conclusion of the Hassan-Grayson investigation with dinner at his place. I’m sweaty, sated, and possibly a little drunk, and I am almost asleep when he speaks.
“Do you guys care about sex trafficking?”
I lift my head from the pillow and furrow my brow. “Greenlight, you mean? Yeah, we’d definitely care if we had a lead on something like that.”
He keeps tracing his fingertip down the line of my spine, the gentle touch nice right after he ravaged my body. Not that I’m complaining—he can ravage me anytime he wants.
“But do you look the other way if a politically connected person is behind it?” he asks.
I sit all the way up now. “Hell no. Are you kidding me? I’d never work for a place that—”
He cuts me off, a corner of his mouth quirking up in a smile. “Okay, Ken. I get it. I’m talking highly connected, though.”
I glare at him, just barely able to make out the lines of his expression in the moonlight. “Quit playing coy. Tell me what you know.”
He shakes his head. “It’s gonna cost you.”
“Oh, yeah? I think you’ve been very well compensated right here in this bed. Every night for the past two weeks, in fact.”
“True. But I get to spread those legs anytime I want since you’re my bitch now. And I make you come hard every time.”
I climb on him, straddling his hips and wiggling just enough to make him groan. “You did not just call me yourbitch.”
“I believe I did.” He gives me a wickedly sexy grin and smacks my ass.
“Nix!”
“Kennedy.” He grabs my hips, sinking his fingertips into my ass cheeks. “Damn, my bitch has a fine ass.”
“You’re an asshole.”
“Yeah, but I’myourasshole.”
I can’t help smiling at that.
“You love me,” he says softly.
“Yes, I do. And you love me,Ashton.” His legal name is Ashton Nixon, and though I still call him Nix ninety-nine percent of the time, I like that he trusted me enough to tell me that.
“More than Cocoa Pebbles.”
I laugh and bend down to kiss him. “So tell me.”
He sighs softly, and I see the crease between his brows that only shows up when he’s concerned.
“I’ve been seeing some traffic that I think is about the sale of underage kids. It’s not in the US, though.”
I frown. “Shit. We may not have jurisdiction.”
