"She deserves justice," I grumbled.
"I'm not saying she doesn't but at the expensive of your happiness? I don't think so."
Did I want to be happy?
Honestly I didn't even know how that would look after all this time.
"All I'm saying is, if Special Agent Walsh can take the edge off even for a little while, then why not let him? What's the harm?"
"He's a federal agent, and I'm an assassin. He literally arrests people like me. There's no world where we could work out."
Nyx chuckled. "I'm not saying you need to marry him. I'm just talking about fucking him, then leaving. No pillow talk. No cuddling. Certainly no telling him what you do for a living. Just a good ole roll in the hay and then be on your way. Kinda like you do with every other man you've used for sex."
She wasn't wrong. Sex was nothing more than a release for me. I didn't even give a shit about the men I slept with. They were a means to an end. But could I lump Beckett in with the rest of them?
"I hate him though."
Nyx laughed so hard I thought she was going to have to pull over before we crashed. It took several moments before she was able to speak. "So what? There's a reason the trope enemies to lovers exists. Hate sex is the best kind. Full of passion. And based off what I saw, he's packing. Hopefully he knows how to use what he got."
If his cock was anything like his fingers, there was no doubt in my mind he knew how to use what God gave him.
"All I'm saying is just think about it. You don't need to make the decision right now but don't write him off either."
I would do as Nyx asked. Not because she told me to but because it had been a long time, and maybe a few good orgasms was what I needed. I sure felt better after the one he gave me even if it was only for a few moments.
I kept quiet the rest of the ride back to the compound. I sat with my thoughts while Nyx jammed out to the radio. We didn't have the same taste in music, so I did my best to ignore it.
Nyx barely had the vehicle stopped before I was jumping out.
"Where the hell are you going?"
"To speak to Mason," I threw over my shoulder. "We were interrupted, but I still have questions for him."
Nyx was hot on my heels. I didn't know why nor did I ask. I didn't need a babysitter, but if she wanted to watch as I “talked” to Mason, then so be it.
I skidded to a stop when I entered the cell and found it empty. Well, not really empty. Sloane and Lilith were waiting in there for me, but there was no Mason.
"What the fuck!" I seethed. "Where's Mason?"
"We let him go." Sloane approached me without a care in the world that I was seconds away from tearing her apart for what she just said.
"What the hell do you mean you let him go? Why the fuck would you do that?"
"Because Hawk said to, and I trust them to know what's right for us."
What?!
"How did Hawk even know Mason was here?"
"Hawk knows everything. You're aware of this. They said we had other priorities to worry about and to stop wasting our time with Mason."
I couldn't believe what I was hearing. It took me seven years to finally get my hands on Mason, and Sloane just let him go like that time meant nothing.
I struck so fast that Sloane barely had time to go on the defensive before I had her by the throat up against the wall. "You had no right," I screamed in her face. "I don't give a shit what Hawk said; we make decisions as a team."
"We did decide as a team," Lilith spoke quietly. "The three of us decided to listen to Hawk's recommendation."
Now it all made sense. My teammates had conspired against me.
