“It’s your mother,” Everett told me as I sat at my island, watching Lucy, wondering how she was going to deal with the fireworks tonight.
I was sure everyone would have a heyday out here in the ‘burbs. Letting off fireworks until late at night, laughing, partying the way people in this part of The Springs did.
“Hmm,” I replied, studying her eyes. “You’ve traveled everywhere, are fireworks in neighborhoods like mine truly that bad? Should I get a hotel tonight?” It wasn’t like I didn’t care, although I didn’t, it just wasn’t that alarming. It was plotting 101. The bad guys always went after the family first, so I supposed part of me kind of expected it. Although maybe I should care a little more. But I was honestly more concerned for Lucy’s mentalstate than I was my mother’s well-being.
“Your neighbors are all in their late 40’s and up, except for Wade Perkins, who is 36. Grown children, possibly visitors.”
I straightened, hearing the bit of disdain in his voice at the mention of Wade. “So, you did look into them,” I stated evenly. “Evie said you didn’t.” It made me a little happy that Everett didn’t like the guy. Whether it was because he was a cop or because he asked me out for a drink, that didn’t matter to me, it still made me smile.
“We didn’t before you moved in. Did you hear what I said?”
But now they did because Everett was worried. It made my stomach fill with butterflies. “Yep,” I nodded and slid off the stool. “Oh no, how awful. The Russians have my narcistic, mentally abusive, ‘can’t live without my injected plastics’ mother. What ever shall I do?” I hummed, heading for the fridge.
I rolled my eyes. “I don’t care, let them deal with her. She killed my dad, among other horrible things. I would have ordered you to kill her anyway had I had the chance to ask before you drugged me.” Drugged me and fucked me into a mini coma.
I started to ask when he would be back but thought better of it. What they were doing was important, and I had work to do anyway. I couldn’t have him distracting me, however welcome that distraction would be.
“You would have ordered me?” he asked, amusement in his voice.
I pulled an iced coffee out and nodded, feeling a smile touch my lips. “I would have, and you would have done it too.”
“You seem certain of that.”
“I sure am. You didn’t seem to have any problem breaking that man’s hand when I ordered you to. This seems exactly like that situation, except what my mother did was far worse.”
“And you seem to have forgotten who I am over these lastcouple of days.”
I leaned over the counter, my smile falling. “Yeah.” I chewed on my bottom lip, twisting the bottle around, my heart picking up. But I was weak-willed and I missed him far too much. “Maybe…” My cheeks warmed and I immediately covered my eyes with my hand. “Maybe you could come remind me,” I said and then immediately straightened, turning away from the counter and leaning back against it. What thefuckwas that? I could have said that a thousand different ways. Sultry, seductive, low and husky, a taunt, a tease. How I said it made it sound like I was taking his order at a fast-food restaurant.
I didn’t do dirty talk well, if that could even be considered dirty talk. It would take some practice, but I was willing if it got me back on his wall.
He was quiet for 12 seconds too long. “Do you know why I left, Olivia?”
I dropped my hand, sucking in my lips. Oh my God, it was so bad, he wasn’t even going to address it. “You and Evelyn had an assignment,” I muttered, looking towards my dog.“What the Hell have I done?”I mouthed at her.
She cocked her head to one side, watching me.
“Yes,” he answered evenly, his voice low and dark, “an assignment regarding you, but one that didn’t need both of us.”
I frowned, reaching up for the chess piece hanging from my collar. “Oh,” I said, unsure how else to respond to that. How did he expect me to respond to that?
“I needed to get away from you because you needed the rest,” he went on, causing me to still. “If we weren’t so…human, with needs like eating, sleeping, shitting, I might have kept you in that chair for a few days, using you as I saw fit.”
My thighs tightened, my skin breaking out in a cold sweat. “Oh?” was all I managed to get out.
“Hmm-mm. I would have used you in every creative way youhave ever come up with, maybe some you didn’t even think of. I would have fucked you until every ounce of cum I had was stuffed into that pretty little cunt of yours, and then I would have kept going,” he went on, his voice taking on a kind of animalistic growl. “I’d keep fucking you until you begged me to stop, but I wouldn’t. Not until I was satisfied, and Olivia?”
My hand had fallen from that charm to the hem of my dress, slowly working up my thigh at his words, my pussy throbbing in need. “Hmm?”
“I’m insatiable.”
I closed my eyes, feeling my hand drift up between my legs, teasing my panties. “Then come show me,” I half-whined. A few days was too long. I hated that he kept having to go out on assignments, which I understood was part of the job, but when would I get to join? I could learn how to fight. My stamina was amazing, and I was getting more comfortable with a gun. I could join them. I could learn to be like them. Then we could fuck, kill, and repeat every day.
“Jace.”
My eyes opened at the sound of the woman’s voice, my hand falling from my panties. I wrapped it around my stomach and leaned back against the counter. Tonight, like every other night, would be spent with a glass of wine and my favorite toy.
Second favorite. Everett would always be my number one.
