“I have a new job for you,” Cold went on. “A hit.”
“Of course. I’ll hit whatever you aim me at.”
“Ah, that’s just it, Mr. Tamerlane,” Cold purred. “This time, I need you tomiss.”
Chapter 6
Cold had asked Mickey to do a lot of things, but this was a first.
He wanted him to miss a target.
But who?
That’s what he was waiting to find out, sitting in the office at Slick Rick’s with Jules and Alistair the next morning. The rest of the Gentlemen were not going to be present for this meeting, and he was grateful that Roger wouldn’t be here.
He didn’t want to see him.
The bite mark wasn’t the only thing Roger had left behind, and Mickey was having more trouble than he’d like to admit squashing the memories of their hookup. He could still recall the wicked sting in his hand when he spanked Roger’s ass and the way he moaned his name and called him ‘master.’
Shit.
The erotic thrill he’d felt when they were together was hanging over him like a delicious cologne, strong and alluring, and he couldn’t shake it.
He forced himself to ignore it for now and tried to stay focused on the work ahead of him.
Cold was running late, but Alistair said he would be there soon. Considering Boss Cold’s near microsecond accuracy with time, it was unsettling for him not to be here already.
Something must have happened.
Alistair was sitting at the desk, in his usual spot, dressed in a slick navy blue suit but no tie. His shirt wasn’t buttoned up either, and his jacket was rumpled as if he’d slept in it.
Mickey sincerely doubted this was an intentional fashion choice. Whatever had gone down with Cold, Alistair knew.
“Everything cool?” he dared to ask, eyeing Alistair.
“Fine.”
Jules didn’t say anything but had suddenly found the ceiling interesting.
That giant bastard probably knew too.
“How’s the arm?” Mickey nodded at the bandage peeking out from Jules’ t-shirt sleeve.
Today’s shirt said ‘I Kicked The Kookamonga Challenge,’ whatever the hell that was.
“Good,” Jules grunted. “Doc fixed me right up.”
“Doc Brown, right?”
“Yeah, that’s him. Said he might be retiring this year though. Gonna give us some kinda referral for somebody before he goes.”
The office door opened, and Duncan scurried in. He looked around in surprise. “Where’s the boss?”
“He’s on his way,” Alistair replied shortly.
“You!” Mickey pointed at Duncan with a scowl. “You locked my goddamn keys in my car!”
“What? No!” Duncan protested. He came to the table and sat down next to Mickey. “I made sure it was unlocked before I left, I swear!”
