There was so much she had to learn.Not just about the business of killing people for money but about him as well.To her credit, she tried, but he wasn’t budging.One day, she’d figure out that if he had the desire, he could evade her.
Unfortunately for him, he didn’t have the slightest inkling.There was nothing more he wanted in this world than to have her by his side.He was fucked.
“Don’t look at me like that.”She lifted her chin.
Her resolve came through loud and clear.Sydney had an idea in her head, and there was nothing Fink could do to change her mind.
“I’m going with you for whatever this is.”She gestured to the box.“If you don’t want me to fuck it all up, you better update me and tell me what to do.”
“Stay home.”
“Fat chance.”
He took a shot.A weak one, but there was an attempt.
“Murder buddies,” she practically sang.
This woman would be the death of him.He wasn’t sure at whose hands it would be.His or hers.
Shaking his head, he relented.“Fine.”
If he didn’t, she’d wind up a corpse.He couldn’t have that on his conscience.
Leaping off the chair, she squealed and clapped.
Why the hell not?If she fucked up badly enough, he could shoot her on sight.There were contingencies in place.Sure, she could be a liability, but she could also be a fall guy.
Win-win, right?He’d have to work on the pitch when he told AJ.
Wrapping her arms around his neck, she pulled him down toward her as she danced her little celebration.
“I can’t believe this is really happening.”Her voice rose three octaves.Honestly, he couldn’t either.
Her glee warmed his heart.She was happy.He did that.It wasn’t every day he could bring joy.Somehow, agreeing to include Sydney on a murder-for-hire contract left her elated.
This whole situation was fucked, but it might work.He’d make it his mission.
He slid his hands around her waist and hugged her against him.Immediately, his cock sprang to attention.Being this close to her had been the most delightful torture he’d ever experienced.
Any logical person would think this was a bad idea.Nothing good could happen.Flying solo had always been the safest play.Taking on a partner in any sense, whether it be romantic or professional, was a liability.
Though one could argue, he didn’t have a choice in either aspect.
He should be upset about that—angry or frustrated.Except all he felt was bliss.He couldn’t explain it, but for some fucked-up reason, this made sense to him.
22
Sydney
NotthatSydneyhadany experience with any of this, but homework wasn’t what she expected the life of a contract killer would entail.While Fink hadn’t told her that was his job, she figured it out.Considering he wasn’t a vigilante, and this package came with a metric fuck ton of personal data about some guy named Joseph Burke, she put two and two together.
Fink had been hired to whack this guy, and he agreed to let her come along for the ride.
How cool was that?
If she had had any hesitation about going down this path with him, it was too late now.There was no turning back.She was in it to win it.
Which was why the two of them sat side by side on her couch under fluffy throw blankets, reading boring paper after paper.This guy was a complete dud.What could he have possibly done to warrant a contract on his head?
