Total pages in book: 71
Estimated words: 67518 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 338(@200wpm)___ 270(@250wpm)___ 225(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 67518 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 338(@200wpm)___ 270(@250wpm)___ 225(@300wpm)
She edges onto her tippy-toes, pressing her lips to my taut snarl. “Not at all. I notice you often decline certain assignments, favoring the ones requiring precision. Nevertheless, I’ve the feeling the dainty little teacup must’ve influenced you. You were once so stoic, so sexy, the ultimate assassin. I’m sure you will be missed.”
“Missed,” I chuckle. “Where the fuck am I headed off to?”
Fuyoung casts a glance around the busy park. “You aren’t wearing your watch with its unique capabilities. Are you armed?”
“No.”
“Oh, look at you. So confident. Your face says, I’m all man. As if that indicates a gun isn’t necessary.”
My mouth cocks to one side.
“Even still, you outweigh me by a hundred pounds?”
“Easy.” Two-twenty, pure muscle.
She chuckles, knowing exactly what I’m implying. How easy it would be to put this little temptress out of her misery.
“You’ve facilitated my wildest dreams, Vic. Because of you, I’m a solo act. Now you’re no longer employed through X-Member, I believe there is a place for me.”
My eyes lock onto Fuyoung. She meant to derail me by mentioning X-Member. No, I won’t take the bait. If the chair members thought I had changed my mind on a mission, there’d be more assassins. A lot more. So, I focus on one aspect. “You’re not here to avenge Suyoung’s death?”
“No. On the contrary,” Fuyoung’s fingers creep up my shoulder, “I will become the newest and most sought out assassin through X-Member.”
“Why is that?”
“Because X-Member will come after you.”
Bollocks. I am fucked.
“I do have a favor first.”
I heft a shoulder.
“To fuck you one last time before the others arrive.”
17
VICTOR
The cunt’s fucking with me. I do not doubt that. I allow Fuyoung to lead me to her room at a budget motel, which is various shades of beige. The location is equidistant to the roof and ground level with no focal view for possible snipers. The location also establishes one single truth.
The bitch’s ignorant of my last name, my true identity.
Money motivates certain, unrehearsed reactions. The cunt would’ve proceeded to threaten the billionaire or the royal in me the second she found out who I was. No, she would’ve cornered a weaker target—Graham. I’ll gather why she’s in the area and how Monica failed to discern the Siamese Twins’ presence in the first place.
The moment we step inside, Fuyoung’s all over me. Her tongue twirls into my mouth. At this very instant, I remember fucking the Siamese Twins. I hadn’t bragged about forgetting our ménage á trois in Rome. They were forgettable. However, now I recall washing my mouth out very well after that time. Their tongues had this snake-like effect and not in a good way.
While Fuyoung drenches my mouth with spit, I inspect the hotel room.
One exit.
Some possible weapons but none this Siamese Twin will use.
Like a banshee, Fuyoung wraps her legs around me. I grab her tiny waist and plant her on her own two feet. Slow down, cunt. Her sultry, tight eyes narrow. My knuckles graze Fuyoung’s cheek. Taking a deep breath, she slowly closes her eyes.
I lean closer to the exposed pulse at her throat. The urgent little vein calls out to me. My lips nibble soft velvety skin, feeling her quickened heart spiral out of control. Fuyoung aspires to be submissive, even though she’s a take-charge type.
As my lips travel up her collarbone, she wavers.
Almost there. Let down your guard.
I press a hand at the small of her back, pushing her into my throbbing erection.
I whisper, “What should I do to you?”
Desire heightened, Fuyoung stammers.
My lips brush her earlobe, weakening her resolve. “Tell me.”
“Mmmake . . . love to me,” Fuyoung murmurs.
Never, you disillusioned cunt.
“I’ve to ask, who sent you?” I eye Fuyoung like a hawk.
“Hmmm. I saw a familiar handsome face. Realized it was you in your signature black,” Her brows wiggle. “Saw the girl and deducted a few things.”
“When? How?”
“Oh, Victor, I had hopes that we’d follow those two assassins, the married ones.”
“That is an idea.” My fingertips trail over the spindly curve of her hip. “When did you see us?”
“We’re here to fuck, Victor.”
“There’s something you want more than sex, Fuyoung. Your gaze is awash with envy for the same sort of dynamic as those two married cunts.” I nip the bend at her shoulder, relaying what she’s already disclosed. “You want that for us.”
“Yes.”
“The duo trusts each other, Fuyoung. How did you find me, sweetheart?”
“My sister and I were never the beloved of X-Member. We took assignments on the black market, any paying gig. Have to make ends meet.” A resentful glare tracks across her meager accommodations.
Alright, Monica hasn’t failed me. All assassins operate under an alias, like myself, and the best of us are virtually ghosts. Hence, my team has the advantage and necessary skill of tracking the assassins’ database and missions linked to the general area. At which point, Monica or Paul can further attempt to triangulate a location for members.