“You fucking bitch—” Davis didn’t finish his statement, too busy grunting in pain as I kicked him in the groin.
“You lost the privilege to talk down to me like that when you accused me of being a traitor.”
“You are!” Hufford shouted back. “Look at you, with the fucking Dubinins like this.”
I gripped his hair and yanked him down, pressing the end of my gun barrel to his temple. Raisa switched, covering for me with her gun aimed at Davis.
“Don’t disrespect my family,” I growled. “You set me up to fail. You sicced the Cartel on me. Firing me only gave me more motivation to finish that last job. The one you didn’t want me to succeed at since you’re just as corrupt as the leaders of that stupid group.”
“You’re lying. Fuck.” He cringed as I tightened my hold on his hair. I was glad it wasn’t a toupee after all, because I’d wondered about that for years. “Let me go.”
“Not a chance,” Raisa said with a laugh.
The sounds of more footsteps came closer, and I looked up to see the two Dubinin guards jogging down to reach us. Behind them was Emil. He strolled forward slowly, smiling slightly.
“I figured you were calling to tell me you missed me,” he teased.
“I didn’t call you,” I protested.
The guards took over, holding Hufford and Davis. I reached in my pocket and saw that I hadn’t tapped the note app but the contacts. Ihadcalled him. “Oh.” I gave him a sheepish smile. “Whoops.”
He kissed my cheek. “It’s not like you couldn’t have handled this yourself.” He glanced at Raisa, who set her gun back in her purse. She gave him a quick smile.
“It turns out I don’t want to,” I told him, giving him a cheeky grin. “I’ve got a dress to find.” I patted his chest as he set his arm around me. I smiled at the men who’d soon be dead. “You don’t mind dealing with them, do you?”
“Your wish is my command, my little agent.” He kissed my temple, sliding his hand to my ass before lightly smacking it once and releasing me.
Raisa and I strolled away, smiling happily as we resumed our business of shopping.
Now this was the life.
Having a man to count on to do the dirty work that he happened to excel at.
I’ve so got it made.I grinned, in a brighter mood than before.
39
EMIL
Ipeered down at the man on his knees. The special agent who'd dared to set Sadie up to be hunted by the Cartel scowled at me. Like he had any right to givemea dirty look. Like he had any power to do anything of the kind.
Tilting my head to the side, I considered how I’d kill him. Most hits were murders of necessity. I came, I killed in the most efficient means possible, took a picture or video for evidence, waited until theyweredead, and got out of there.
Ending the life of this motherfucker was personal.
“You’re in for a world of pain if you think about trying anything with me.”
Next to him, the other agent that the second guard had pushed to the ground, let out a low groan of misery.
“Shut the fuck up,” he hissed.
“No.” Special Agent Hufford spat at me. “I’m not going to act like this punk is getting away with a single thing here. Release me.”
I smiled wider.
“Release me!” he shouted.
The Dubinin guards glanced at me.
