Six(57)

“Thanks for being awesome.”

He pulled back, and I looked up. His eyes were intense, serious. “If only you could die happy, having known my dick inside you.” He leaned down and pressed his lips to mine, catching me by surprise.

“That’s it,” Six said as he pulled Five off me.

My lips tingled, and I could feel my face heating up.

Five held out his hand to Six. “I hope to see you again. You’re one of my favorites in our little ragtag group.”

Six nodded. “Till next time.”

We climbed into the car to drive back to Atlanta. We needed to stop at the studio apartment to drop off his guns before boarding a plane to Las Vegas.

Jason hadn’t been heard from in days and they couldn’t get ahold of him, so Five was headed out to find him. One was searching for Seven while Nine was going to look for Two.

Six and I were headed to Vegas in search of Four—the last place he’d been dispatched.

In the time I’d been with Six, I’d traveled more than in the entire decade prior. Las Vegas wasn’t new to me, unlike some of the other areas we’d been to. I’d visited the adult playground two years prior when Digby and I had gone on a long weekend trip. We stayed at The Venetian and had a blast. It helped that Digby won almost a grand playing poker.

With Six beside me, I knew it was going to be a vastly different trip.





Pulling up to yet another seedy motel, way off the strip near the downtown area, I let out a groan.

“Are we staying at the cokehead special for a reason?” I asked as I looked through the window of the car that, like Miami, was mysteriously waiting for us in the long-term parking lot.

After it happening multiple times, I figured they must have had some sort of in with one of the rental companies to discreetly supply them with a vehicle. Or at least, that was my theory.

We made one stop for a weapons pickup before driving into the what was probably the worst part of town.

Six looked around, then back to me. “Stay.”

I stared at him and rolled my eyes. “I doubt the druggies are going to be any help to me.”

He didn’t take his eyes off me as he walked into the lobby, if you could call it that. I stared at the neon sign as he passed by it and shook my head. In the window was a sign that read “Cash Only” and below that “We rent by the hour.”

It was actually the first time since the motel outside Atlanta that he’d left me alone. Since it had been a while, his warning was almost amusing. At that point, I was in too deep to go back. Even if I did get home, the government or CIA would probably knock down my door soon after and drag me away.

The wait for his return was only a short minute or two, but when he came out he was angry.

“You didn’t kill anyone, did you?” I asked as grumpy pants climbed in.

His gaze narrowed on me. “Almost.”

My mouth popped open. “You showed restraint?”

“We’re not staying here.”

Someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed. Considering I was the one woken up by a cock sliding into me, I would think it would be me, but something had crawled up his ass from the time we got up. Agitation from leaving his brethren maybe.

All I knew is that I was getting grumpy as well. Hangry, topped with a three-hour time difference that made me sleepy.

“Why?”

“It’s not clear.”

I quirked a brow at him. “Not clear?”

He shook his head. “It’s no good.”

I sighed. “Fine by me.”

We drove around for a few minutes before pulling into another motel that looked a bit better than the last, but still in a shitty area. Six went to rent a room while I stood outside, soaking in the warm sun.

It was finally April, so it was a nice, dry heat in the desert city, making the sun feel that much warmer.

I closed my eyes and relaxed a bit, or as much as I could. There’d been a constant fear laced adrenaline pumping through me in small doses since he took me. Almost two months of that, and it felt good to soak up some sun.

“Hey, sweet thing, how you doin’ today?” a strange voice asked.

I opened my eyes to find a man in front of me licking his lips and acting all cool like he was the shit. Dressed in an oversized shirt and jeans down past his ass, he was the epitome of the stereotypical ghetto gangster, but he could’ve been a wannabe. I couldn’t tell the difference with the area we were in.

“Good.”

He stepped forward. “You lookin’ for a party, baby?”

“No. Thanks.”

Another step closer, he placed one hand on the car next to my shoulder and leaned in.

“You sure? I bet I can make this sweet body sing. A little love drug and my love club can make you feel real good, baby.”

It was incredibly hard not to laugh at his cheesy lines. Being with Six had desensitized my danger warnings. Normally, I would have been uncomfortable in that type of situation, but the one I feared the most would kill the guy without even thinking. The wannabe in front of me didn’t stand a chance.

Maybe cokeheads or hood rats went for the bullshit he was selling, but not me. Besides, some of the best sex I’d ever had was holding me hostage. Though I’d become more of a companion.

In the background noise there was the distinct ca-click of the slide being pulled and flying back in place. The guy recognized the sound as well and froze.