Total pages in book: 160
Estimated words: 149137 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 746(@200wpm)___ 597(@250wpm)___ 497(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 149137 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 746(@200wpm)___ 597(@250wpm)___ 497(@300wpm)
“Well, you knew what a whore she was,” a dark voice said. “It wasn’t a fair bet.”
Green’s eyes narrowed. “She isn’t a whore any more than I am. She’s open minded, and thank god for that. I don’t understand your generation, Morales. You try to judge people on a morality that makes no sense. Sex is pleasurable. There’s nothing wrong with using your body for exactly what it was made for. You know for someone who makes his money off what most people would call sin, you’re quite judgmental.”
Now Morales moved into her line of vision. “That’s because it takes a devil to know what true sin is. Are you simply going to talk to the bitch or are we going to get down to business? I don’t care. I’ve been paid handsomely. I’d just as soon slit her throat and bury her in the backyard.”
“There’s the real man.” She looked at Morales, all his charm gone and replaced with a coldness she’d seen only on the most seasoned of sociopaths. They could act like humans for small periods of time, but they always came back to this place, the one where they were a mere shell without a true soul to illuminate them. “Tell me something. Do you sample your own product?”
“On occasion. I am proud of my product. I stay away from the opioids. Those are for you pathetic Americans, but I’ll have a line of cocaine from time to time. You should try it. Perhaps if you’re a good girl, we’ll let you forget the pain for a bit.”
“I meant the little boys you peddle, you sick piece of shit,” she shot back.
Her head snapped around at the force of his hand.
Green was laughing. “I told you she was smart. Or maybe it was Ezra, but I knew one of the two would figure it out eventually. By the way, Kay, thank you for bringing him back out here. I was worried I would have to find a way to have him assassinated in the field. This way is way messier, and I don’t simply mean what he did to that rug in Hector’s office.” He moved in close. “But it was far more fun than letting someone else do it. Thank you, sweetheart. I forgot how good it feels to pull that trigger when the man on the other side of the bullet deserves it so richly. They teach us not to make things personal because they don’t want us to know how good it fucking feels. I’m seriously jacked up after offing that motherfucker.”
She spit right in his face, right on his lips.
He stared at her for a moment and then his tongue came out, taking everything she’d given him. “That won’t be the only taste I get of you tonight, sweetheart. By the time I’m done with you, you’ll leave here with me and you’ll be happy to do it.”
“You’re fucking insane.”
“Again, the name calling doesn’t work on someone who truly knows himself.”
She was genuinely at a loss. “What the hell is this about, Levi? Are you really so desperate to cover up Hector killing one of our operatives?”
He moved around her and she realized she was in some kind of bathroom. Now that her eyes had adjusted she could see the mirror behind that horrible light they were shining in her face. There was a dual sink and a massive ornate mirror that showed her Levi walking around her, his eyes on her half-naked body.
“My dear, I killed that operative myself when I realized what I needed to do. You see when Bishop resurfaced, I knew we could be in trouble. If he’d stayed dead like a good boy, I would have taken a bit more time. Not much because I see vultures circling around my prize and I’m not going to let some indie contractor steal it out from under me.”
“What prize? I don’t work for the Agency anymore. I know absolutely…” But she did know something. She knew something a lot of people would love to know.
What a fool she’d been. She’d seen what he wanted her to see—the mission he’d laid out. It had made sense, and he’d baited his trap with a gorgeous piece of man knowing she wouldn’t pass up the opportunity.
He smiled at her. “There’s my smart girl. Tell me what I’m after. I want to hear it from you.”
He was one sick fuck. “I don’t know where the Lost Boys are.”
It was the only explanation. In fact, he’d practically declared himself that day outside the café when he’d told her what would happen if the Agency didn’t claim Hope McDonald’s research before someone else did. It was precisely why Big Tag and Damon had hidden the soldiers she’d done her work on. Their bodies were valuable to anyone who wanted to continue her studies.