Total pages in book: 63
Estimated words: 60663 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 303(@200wpm)___ 243(@250wpm)___ 202(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 60663 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 303(@200wpm)___ 243(@250wpm)___ 202(@300wpm)
“Thank fuck you’ve put on pants. Nancy just started cooking. You staying?”
“Yes.” His brother smiles.
“You two look a lot alike,” I state.
“Twins,” Kenzo supplies.
“Oh.” Now it all makes sense.
“Are you having fantasies about fucking twins now?” I quirk a brow at Kyson’s question.
“Should I be?” I ask him.
“Are you?” he questions me.
“Is your cock as big as his?” I nod my head to his brother.
“Of course it is.” He smirks.
“Nope! No idea whatsoever,” I sing as I pass them and go straight to my room. Not long after, Kyson bursts in, holding my things. Shit, I forgot about them.
“What’s this?” He holds up the garment bag.
“I got a job. That’s my uniform. And I came to ask if I could borrow your car, but you weren’t there,” I say, biting my lip.
“I’m here, and yes, you can. When do you start?”
“In a few days.”
“Are you still thinking about fucking us both?” he asks.
“I said I wasn’t interested.” I shake my head. “But the more you mention it, the more it will pop into my head.” I pause and look at him. “Do you want me to picture it?” and a part of me wants him to say yes. I’ve been telling myself that I do not like this man, despite how attracted I am to him, and yet here I am. Wanting him to say words I’m not sure I’m prepared to hear.
“Dinner will be ready in ten,” he says gruffly, then turns and stalks out.
Not long after Kyson leaves, I see Kenzo pass by my door with a smirk on his face. He nods to me and keeps going.
I lie back on the bed carefully, and all I can think about is how hot both of them would be standing side by side, naked.
Guess I am fantasizing about it.
Thank you, Kyson.
Guess I know what I will be dreaming of tonight.
Two Hunters.
But it’s only one of them who I want to tie me up and tell me what a good girl I am.
How fucked is that?
For all I know, he is going to kill me, and here I am, hoping he’s going to fuck me.
Fuck! I’m fucked.
Thirteen
Kyson
“You like her,” Kenzo says, and I firmly shake my head. “It’s why she’s still breathing and driving your car.”
“I’d have to agree, Mr. Hunter. He does like her.”
“Nancy,” I growl, and she simply chuckles and walks back out.
I turn to face Kenzo again. “Why are you here?”
“I finished at the Red Room, and Pops was heading to my house. I figured I would speak to you first before him.” I sit back, not sure what to say. He knows I found information on Pops, but he doesn’t know the extent of it.
“How often are you going to the red room these days?” I ask. The Red room is in the sex club our friend, Grayson, owns. The Red room is for blood play—Kenzo likes to cut and be cut.
“Enough. You know my allegiance lies with Pops. Are you telling me it shouldn’t?”
“Are you saying you would pick him over me?” I ask, surprised by his word choice— allegiance.
“I’m not saying that, but we all know you have been off lately.”
“He sent me on a job the other night,” I inform.
“And that’s not unusual. Sometimes he asks us to do things by ourselves.”
“Fucking rarely,” I add.
Pops knows we work better together, cleaner.
“What did you find?” Kenzo asks.
“It’s more what the hit said, but yes, what I found too.” I place the paperwork on the table with the stack of photographs and keep the other to myself until I decide how to tell them that he is also planning our take down, so it seems. He leans in and studies the evidence. His nose scrunches, and his brows narrow when he sees the images laid out before him, his eyes shooting to mine as he pulls them closer.
“I know her.” His words surprise me because I didn’t expect him to know anyone in these pictures. Apart from the one man we killed—the detective. “She’s been to Pops’s place.”
“Did you say anything?” I ask. “Clearly, she’s underage.”
“I did. Pops told me she was there for her boyfriend.”
“Her boyfriend’s father, who we killed. Detective Jack. He knew all about Pops,” I reply.
“What did he know?” He leans in. “All I see is evidence that Pops likes his women a little younger. It’s disgusting, and we should fucking chop his cock off, but that’s Pops.”
“He sent me there to kill the man because he was going to expose him,” I tell Kenzo.
“And?”
“Fucking hell! We don’t clean up his messes. We’re paid to do other things. He is using us now.”
“He probably is.” He shrugs.
“You are fucked, you know, that right? We do at least have some standards but by the sound of it you don’t?”
He leans in and places his hands on the table. “Why are you on this righteous kick? You need to get off it. We kill. We have no remorse. End. Of. Fucking. Story.” He locks eyes with me. “It’s the girl, isn’t it? Oh, actually, this started happening before her…” He pauses, waiting for me to respond. When I don’t, he continues, “It’s funny when you think about it. You were probably the darkest of us all, and yet here you sit, worried about what Pops is doing.”