Six(31)

“Six, it’s been a while,” the devil said as he stepped forward, angling toward the blonde.

She smirked at the devil as continued his approach. “Maybe for you. I was with him a month ago.” She gave Six a wink. “Under the name of Evan Arden, wasn’t it?”

“Nine.” He nodded to the man, then turned to the woman. “One.”

Nine? One? Six?

“Huh.” The noise escaped and seemed to draw their attention to me.

If they were anything like Six, they knew I was there, but just ignored me. I wasn’t worth their gaze.

The blonde’s face soured. “Are you sure you want to discuss business in front of your toy?”

Six shrugged. “Just meat.”

A smirk grew on the blonde’s face. “True.”

Great. After two weeks of being with the psycho and being “married” to him, I was still just cattle.

Moo.

“Did we miss orders?” Nine asked.

“Three is dead.” Six wasted no time getting to the point.

Three?

Things started to make more sense and less sense in that moment. Three was the word that Six spoke when he saw the body on the slab right before he kidnapped me and blew up my work.

There was no startled gasp or change in their expression. No one seemed upset. What appeared to be another of their rank was dead, and they were unfeeling, unconcerned.

They really were monsters, and I was trapped in a room with three of them.

Nine quirked a brow. “You think it means something.”

“A Cleaner sent to clean up another Cleaner? To erase any evidence of us?”

The way he said Cleaner threw me off. It was spoken as if it was a title and not a housekeeping position.

“That’s to be expected,” Nine said as he walked over to a cart that held a decanter. He pulled out the stopper and poured some of the amber liquid into a glass. “They don’t acknowledge our existence in any way.”

“They don’t want any blood on their pristine, white hands,” One added.

“Then someone tried to erase me,” Six said.

That got their attention.

Nine had raised the glass to his lips, but he lowered it. “Cleaning house?”

One’s eyes were wide. “Have you talked to Jason?”

Six nodded. “Even he didn’t know who the job was.”

“We still have an assignment,” Nine said after a swig, finishing off the drink. “Thank you for letting us know.”

Six’s brow furrowed. “That’s it?”

Nine looked to One, then back to Six. “It’s the job. It’s what we do. We don’t ask questions.”

Six shook his head. “Five years of doing their dirty work. I will not be taken down by a lesser man.”

Nine’s demeanor seemed to soften. “We have a few weeks left here. Once completed, we’ll contact Jason for a meeting.”

That seemed to satiate Six enough, but I couldn’t help wondering if that meant a few more weeks left in my life.

“Watch your back,” Six said as we turned back to the door.

“Wait,” One called out.

Six turned us as One sauntered over. When she reached us, she put one hand on Six’s chest and pushed her body against his, then pressed her red lips to his. The hand on his chest moved up to his jaw, her fingers resting as their lips parted and tongues swirled together.

For some reason my eye twitched and I felt the need to vomit.

She pulled back, her eyes moving to me as her lips twitched up into a smirk before she looked back to him.

“Stay safe.”





“So, you speak French,” I said once we were out of the gorgeous building and the untouchable beings inside. It was like Mount Olympus in there.

No response, like usual.

“Any others?” Annoyance seeped in. Was it so f*cking hard to answer a few simple questions?

“About seven.”

“Wow. Talented tongue.”

He turned and smirked at me. “I thought I proved that the first night.”

Fuck.

Yes, he did.

“You’ve slept with her.” The words were out before I could retract them. His dismissive attitude grated on me.

He turned to me. “You picked that up from a kiss?” He pulled out a handkerchief from his pocket and wiped his lips.

I rolled my eyes. “Sometimes you are just a regular guy.”

“What does that mean?” he asked, his brow scrunching.

“That means, duh, *. Pretty obvious when she gave your junk a little squeeze at the end there.”

The valets opened the car doors and we both slipped in, Six tipping the driver as we did.

My arms crossed over my chest, and I stared out the front window. The vision of her pressing her overly painted lips to his made my stomach turn. There was something about her that rubbed me wrong. I couldn’t put my finger on it, but I did know one thing—the bitch baited me.

“Why does it seem like it bothers you that I’ve had sex with her?”

I turned to him and blinked. At least he wasn’t trying to deny it. Why did it? Was it because he’d f*cked another woman and not killed her? Or was it because she threw it in my face while she tongue banged him in front of me?