A Matter Of Justice (Grey Justice #4)(70)

Problem was, Justice had gone off the grid. Sebastian’s sources had confirmed that his slut, Irelyn Raine, had returned to him. She was the one who’d taken down the assassin. The delight when he’d heard that bit of additional news had almost negated the aggravation of having lost one of the few assassins who’d still been loyal to Hill House.

But all of that would change once Grey Justice was dead. It would be the kill of the decade, if not the century. The famous billionaire, loved by millions and hated by millions, massacred in a hail of gunfire. It would all be very dramatic and Sebastian would make sure those that mattered knew exactly who had ordered the kill.

Justice wouldn’t know what hit him. He was so damn arrogant and self-assured, he rarely went anywhere with bodyguards. Wherever he and Raine had disappeared to, he likely hadn’t taken any with him. Yes, she was dangerous, but she could be neutralized quickly. He hoped she didn’t die. Once they were located, he would give instructions that he wanted Irelyn Raine brought to him alive. He had plans for her. Big plans.

Having worked all of this out in his mind, he felt his tremendous burden lift. Yes, this would work out perfectly. Even better than his original plan for Justice. The famous bastard would be dead, and Irelyn Raine, the woman who had killed several from their community, would be at Sebastian’s mercy. Once he finished with her, he would send a mass email, showing the woman groveling at his feet as he killed her. A fitting ending for a killer and a traitor.

And he, Sebastian Dark, would shoot to the top of the assassin world. A hundred years from now, people would still be talking about his conquests.

But first, he had to find his prey.





Chapter Twenty-Nine





Colorado Mountains





Irelyn blinked her eyes open, not surprised to feel a smile on her face. She hadn’t slept that well in years.

She stretched with that luxurious feeling of having nowhere to go and nothing on her agenda. This was a working vacation for her and Grey, but considering what she had been doing for the last two years, this felt decadent.

Grey was already up and most likely in the gym. She’d heard him wake just after dawn and then felt a kiss on her forehead. That soft, gentle caress had lulled her back into a wonderful, dreamless sleep.

She lay still for another moment and took stock. Last night had been as close to perfection as one could get. She and Grey hadn’t talked like that in years. Even before their troubles had started, they’d gotten complacent. Who they were and what they were to each other were intertwined. Yes, they were individuals, but living with one another, working with each other, and sharing the same goals had created a unique intimacy. So much so that Irelyn hadn’t thought anything could ever separate them. And that’s where she had made her mistake. Taking anything so special for granted was a sure way to destroy it.

But now they were back, their connection as strong as ever. Last night, they’d not only recommitted their bodies, but also their minds and hearts. That was something she’d never take for granted again.

She wasn’t avoiding the issue that had started the unraveling. She would mention it at some point, because it needed to be addressed. Whatever answer he gave no longer mattered. She had lived almost two years with this sadness hanging over her head. Had allowed it to weave a thread of uncertainty into their relationship. She would never allow that to happen again. Having been parted from him, with an ocean between them, she now knew what was important. She and Grey together, no matter how they defined themselves, was what mattered. The rest was merely semantics.

Physically sated and happier than she could ever remember, she also realized with glee that she was ravenous with hunger. She hadn’t had much of an appetite for so long. She bounded out of bed, hurriedly showered, and dressed. While Grey finished up his workout, she would make breakfast.

As she walked through the house, she wondered how he felt this morning. He hadn’t slept well, which was typical for him. Grey’s restless mind always seemed to be working even when he was at rest. She knew he’d gotten up several times during the night to check on the alarms and safeguards he’d set. Once, she had thought to offer to do that for him, but had fallen asleep before she could get the words out. She was normally a light sleeper, but she had been through an emotional wringer, and the deep sleep had given her a much-needed reprieve.

She opened the refrigerator and perused the choices. Grey, as usual, had seen to it that her favorites were well stocked. She had adopted a vegetarian diet several years ago, and Grey always went out of his way to accommodate her.

Deciding that good nutrition could coexist with decadent and delicious food, she gathered the ingredients for blueberry pancakes. And though she wouldn’t eat it, she took bacon from the fridge for Grey.

In the middle of pouring batter onto the hot griddle, she heard Grey’s footsteps coming down the hallway and then stop. Music came through the speakers, and she smiled at one of her favorite songs. He knew her so well. Seconds later, sinewy arms wrapped around her from behind, and Irelyn melted into Grey’s hard, warm body. These were the kind of moments she had missed.



Gathering the lovely woman in his arms closer, Grey swayed with her to the music. Public displays of affection were not the norm for them, but when they were alone, touching each other came as natural as breathing.

He rubbed his beard-stubbled face against her silky-smooth cheek. “Good morning,” he growled into her ear. “Did you sleep well?”