“She … she won’t come.”
“Then we’ll take her!”
“She will hate me, Gable!” he yells, his breathing fast. “She will never, ever forgive me if I tell her what I am and then take her from everything and everyone she knows.”
Asher and I don’t fight. We’ve never come to blows over anything, least of all a woman, but Asher looks close, and I don’t know how else to convince him.
“Asher, if you stay, you die. And guess what? That means she probably dies, too. You think someone is going to just overlook what she means to you? Ifanyonesees you together, she’s leverage. You get that, right? Then it won’t matter how far we go; they’ll grab her and you’ll come running back.” The tortured look that crosses Asher’s face kills me. I’ve never seen him heartbroken, and I never want to, but if it saves his life, it has to be said. “Leaving isn’t just saving you, Asher. It’s saving her, too.”
Asher sinks back onto the couch, his eyes shining. The last time I felt this way was the first time we were separated. After two years of living in the same room, at fourteen years old, we were sent to separate homes, and I’d never felt anything quite like it. I never cry, I can’t remember the last time I shed a single fucking tear, but my heart snapped in two that day, and it feels the same rightnow. I want to fix it. I want Asher to be okay, but there’s no other solution.
“Okay,” Asher says, his voice breaking. “I’ll tell her.” I sit beside him and put my hand on his shoulder. I don’t know what to say; I’m not good at comforting people, even Asher, so I just nod. “Just give me a few hours, okay? I need time to do this right.”
After Asher leaves, I shower and pack the few things I have. It sucks knowing we’re bailing without the extra cash, but we have more than enough. We can go to Hunter’s, wait until this all dies down, then start our new life. Ten years in the making and it’s finally happening.
Someone knocks at the door, and when I answer, I heave out a sigh.
“Hello, Monty.”
She grins. “Hello Flynn number two.”
God, this woman is both dangerous and sexy as all hell. I only slept with her once, and it was a drunken fumble against a wall behind a bar. We’d both gone after the same bounty and had fought each other as much as the target, but Monty had won after successfully slitting the guy's throat. It was the first time I’d seen her kill anyone, and after too many drinks later, we’d fucked.
I know she loves Asher. I was a second choice, but that was fine by me, because as beautiful as Monty is, I’d rather not have a woman like her watching my every move.
“I thought you left,” I say. “Don’t you follow Asher’s every command?”
She smiles sweetly, but there’s venom to it. “I don’t follow orders, Flynn Two, you know that. Besides, maybe I want something else.” She steps close and bites her full bottom lip. “Wanna fuck?”
That’s a terrible idea. She’s admitted that she consideredtaking on our bounty, and even though Asher is safe from her, I’m not. But if she did hurt me, Asher would never forgive her. And it’s been far too long since I’ve had sex.
So, fuck it.
I pull her inside, crushing my lips against hers and kicking the door closed behind her. She pulls off my shirt and slides her warm palms up my abs and to my chest, her long, red fingernails pressing into my skin almost painfully.
“Weapon check,” I say, stepping back before all the blood rushes from my brain to my dick.
She rolls her eyes. “Seriously?”
“Uh, yes.”
Monty sighs, then pauses. “I’ll do you one better.”
She unzips her dress, keeping her eyes locked on mine as she peels the material away and drops it to the floor. I bite the inside of my lip to stop the groan that almost leaves me. I hadn’t had a chance to see much of her the night against the bar wall andfuckwhat a waste that was, because she’s incredible. Black lace lingerie against creamy skin, long, blonde hair over her shoulders, and sultry eyes watch me. She reaches back, unhooks her bra, and tosses it onto the couch.
My dick hardens just from the sight of her. In only her heels and a thong, she grips the material and tilts her head, a look of pure innocence on her face.
“This too?”
I nod, trying to keep my composure like I’m searching her at the damn airport when really, I’m about three seconds from taking her on the floor. She pulls the thong down her long legs, dropping it between her feet, then steps out of it.
“Not a natural blonde, then?”
She purses her lips to stop a laugh, and I grin. She bendsdown to unstrap her shoe, but I raise my hand to signal her to stop.
“Oh no, they can stay on.” I move closer, tilting her chin up.
“Gonna search my mouth next?” she asks.
