“You’re annoying,” he says, but smiles. “You two ready? They’re already drugged with that paralytic. We can take our time if we want.”
Lucian finally found his first foster family. It took him close to three years once he started digging. Those fuckers did not want to be found. But being married to a supermodel with endless money and resources, we figured it out.
Menace and I got married about six months after he proposed over a target and I couldn’t be happier. Even though we joked about the size of our wedding, we only had about twenty people in attendance. Sya, Menace’s manager, wanted it to be the wedding of the century, but with the small number of guests, she had to settle for the wedding of the decade.
That doesn’t mean it wasn’t extravagant. Hella sponsors caught wind of Menace getting married to a man—even though he’s been openly gay his entire career—and wanted in on theprogressive step forward in the modeling world. We only paid for our rings.
During the wedding, Menace introduced Sya to Lucian, saying that he could possibly replace him as her client. Though Lu is shorter than most models, he’s so pretty that Sya didn’t hesitate to offer to manage him, saying if she couldn’t get him on the runway, she could try to get him some television shows and movies.
Lucian loves his job as a journalist but couldn’t turn down doing something more with his life.
So far, he’s made guest appearances in three TV shows and has an audition as a supporting character for an upcoming vampire movie.
It’s not the direction he thought his life would go in, but I can tell he’s happy with the trajectory.
In just a few short months, Menace will be walking his last runway, a retirement fashion show Sya set up. He has tons of endorsements that he’ll still be working with, but he’s done with the busy life of a model.
I can’t wait. We have so many vacations set up that we’re eager to go on, especially to Thailand. He can’t stop gushing about it and I want to see what the hype is all about.
Since we’ll both be jobless, we won’t have to stop traveling until we want to.
Menace convinced me to quit the paper so I could see the world with him and I happily said yes. I made the excuse with Clifton that I was too shaken up by my attack to continue to work there, but he didn’t want to let me go completely. We settled on him offering me a few article topics every few months and if I wanted to take the assignment, he’d pay me as a freelancer.
After the wedding, I moved into Menace’s condo and since Lucian started to get consistent work, he bought one in the samebuilding. So, I still get to see my roommate all the time, but he doesn’t have to hear me and my man fucking.
There has been a lot of fucking since we got married. The few nights we spent together didn’t do it justice if I’m honest. There’s something about fucking your husband that just hits different.
Like earlier today. Before we left to come on this mission, Menace had me bent over the kitchen island, drilling into me so deeply I thought he’d strike gold. I can feel him with every step I take, especially because he put a plug up my ass, so I don’t waste a drop of his seed. It presses against my prostate with each step, giving me a perpetual hard on that I had to cover with extra tight briefs. Menace knows though, the secret smile flashing across his face every so often.
Lucian walks over and picks up the axe so it’s no longer making a track across the floor. “That sound is fucking annoying, Hill. I know you want everyone to know you’re finally using an axe but come on. Be kind to my poor ears.”
I told Lucian all about my date with Menace and how I wanted to use an axe on a kill. The other kills Menace and I have done were all made to look like an accident, so I couldn’t. But when Lucian said he found his foster parents and wanted it to hurt, he told me I could finally chop someone’s head off.
These fuckers treated Lucian terribly, not bathing him for days on end, feeding him one meal a day, and keeping him locked in a room until they felt like letting him out to use the bathroom. All for a check.
And they didn’t have to pay for any of it.
Now, he’s going to make them.
“Fine,” I grumble, hoisting the axe over my shoulder. “You take the fun out of everything.”
“Do I?” he asks pensively. “Or do you just like to play with your food?”
“Two things can be true at once,” I retort. Menace laughs and throws an arm over my shoulder, being careful of the axe blade.
“Yeah, Lucian,” he agrees, kissing my cheek. “Two things can be true at once.”
It’s Lucian’s turn to roll his eyes. “I swear I don’t like you two being married. You always gang up on me.”
Passing the axe to Menace, I hug Lucian around the neck, making him giggle. “You love us, admit it. We’re the highlight of your day.”
“You’re something,” he grumbles, “but I wouldn’t call it a highlight.” He tosses my arm from his shoulder and takes the axe from Menace, pushing into my chest. “Now let’s get this done. You want to use an axe so badly, but you’re taking forever to do it.”
We step into the bedroom where Lucian’s old foster parents are and I smile. They’re sprawled on their backs, nothing moving but their chests and their eyes. They look frightened, especially when their eyes land on Lu.
He smiles, looking so angelic no one would suspect he’s a cold-blooded killer. “I’m back with my friends like I promised. One of them even brought you a gift.” He motions toward me and the axe, and I bow deeply. “He’s eager to put it to use.”
“Lovely to meet you two,” I say, bowing again to each of them in turn. “Thank you for being my test subjects. I bet my husband five grand that I can take your head off in one swipe. Let’s hope I can get it done because I don’t have five grand.”
