Probably a little too much, because the next thing I know, he’s in my hotel room with me and I’m fucking him in half.
An hour later, he’s out of the shower getting dressed, and I’m staring at the ceiling trying not to think about how the place where Angel found me is now gone. And he might not be able to track me down and attempt his revenge once more… Which is a good thing.
But for some reason, I feel only uneasy.
Burdened bysomany things…
“Hey…” I rumble.
Yari peeks at me.
“You want a new job?”
Now…
I’m not gonna lie… But I’m sorta scared.
Seriously, I might pee in my panties.
We knew coming back here would be dangerous. It was the hard truth we had to wrap our heads around when deciding to return, to help. Which we definitely did.
I’d say Lex and I showed up in the nick of time. We arrived just when things were about to get hectic. Swooped in to save the day, like two super-sexy supervillains.
But just because we came in all badass, stealing the governor’s parking spot, sneaking into the mansion and getting access to its servers so my precious brainiac fiancé could do his thing, doesn’t mean we’re out of the woods.
Technically, that’s exactly where we are.In the woods. Strapped with heavy artillery and awaiting the cavalry of the rest of our troops to show up from the prison and help our asses out.‘Cause we fuckin need it.
Listen, ya gurl ain’t no soldier.I’m a high-priced sex worker. A spoiled rich boy from Manhattan who enjoys setting fires and getting dicked down by large men.Reformed,of course.
Still, thatis the extent of my abilities.
I’m not saying there isn’t skill in that.Wanna know the best places to eat sashimi and get day-drunk, then rail lines of blow while getting railed through a glory hole that’s the perfect height to make sure it hitsjustright?
I’m your gal.
Maybe I should get into tourism?
Anyway, when it comes to war; fighting honest to Godbattlesby popping off rounds while making sure you don’t get shot yourself…Yea, I’m more than a little out of my league.
If they want to utilize my skills, I could set the woods on fire!
That said, because my folks were rich, white Americans, Iamfamiliar with guns. I’ve taken shooting lessons—my father insisted it was important that I learn how toexercise my Second Amendment right, whatever the hell that means—with both pistols and rifles. So I’d say I know my way around a gun.
But as I’ve reminded Velle already, shooting targets is not at all the same as firing guns at real human people, while you’re being shot at.
All he keeps saying is,“Just don’t shoot any of us, and you’ll be fine.”
It’s not really a comfort. Although Idoperform well under pressure. High-adrenaline situations make me sharp as fuck.
I just need to keep reminding myself that myonly jobis to protect Lexington. At all and any cost, no matter what else happens.Heis my only responsibility. Especially because he’s not as well-versed in being agun-totin’ ‘Mericanas I apparently am.
He’s a sweet, nerdy little genius muffin. Let’s face it, if it weren’t for Lex’s device, we wouldn’t have been able to get Byron, Trevel, and Simon out of the mansion, or get the inmates and hostages out of the prison.
We’re all in agreement that protecting my man’s big, juicy brain is also a tippity top priority.
All joking aside, Iamafraid of going to battle to defend my family. It’s just a fact. But the bottom line is that we came here for this exact purpose. And in all honesty, the state of things right now isn’t even as treacherous as we were expecting. I mean, it’s close… But it helps knowing that all of our homies are still breathing.
And the gang’s officially back together!
