Walker (Bowen Boys, #1)(37)
And maybe he wasn’t a panther like the Bowens were, but he was a tiger and he knew that once they got to know him as human, then they’d accept him for what he was. A fellow were. At least he hoped so.
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Norris Freeman waited until everyone was off the plane before he stood. He hated people as a rule and less so when they were trapped together like sardines in a tin can at about thirty thousand feet. As he was pulling down his bag from the overhead, the pretty little stewardess came toward him.
“Sir, there’s a man outside waiting for you. He asked if you were on board and all we told him was that we couldn’t release that information. He doesn’t look like he’s too happy.”
Norris thought he probably wasn’t.
“Would you like for me to call security and have him escorted out of the airport?”
“No. I’ll take care of him.”
She nodded, but still looked unsure.
“He isn’t a very easy man to make happy. I’ll go out and then he’ll leave with me. Sorry about this.”
Norris didn’t think that if the woman were to go out and ask him to leave that he’d walk away. Seth Clarke was not known to be a very forgiving or patient man. His way of doing something was to shoot first and walk away. He’d never known a deadlier man in his life, with the exception of himself, of course. As soon as he stepped off the last step of the walkway he saw why the woman was nervous. He’d be too if he didn’t know the man.
“Christ, Clarke, next time why don’t you wear a sign that says ‘I’m a f*cking killer. Stay back if you want to live’. Might draw less attention to yourself.” Norris handed him his bag and took the nine millimeter that Seth slipped to him. “What kind of car did you get? If you got one of those small little sporty things I’m f*cking going to kill you myself.”
“Nah. Got one of those big f*cking trucks. Has a nice bed for rolling dead things in and a little holder for all your fancy clothes. Why the f*ck would you wear a suit to Ohio? They probably don’t even know that that thing cost more than they made all of last year.” He ran his finger down the sleeve. “Is that f*cking snake?”
“No, you moronic dick, it’s silk. And I suppose you are going to make the cover of GQ with your torn up jeans and holey shirt? Ever hear of a tailor?”
Clarke laughed, showing that since the last time he’d seen him he’d lost another tooth, this one in the front. “Yeah, I had a Taylor once. But she didn’t give good head so I had to f*cking shoot her.” They went outside and there it was, one of the biggest trucks he’d ever seen. “You wanna drive?”
He didn’t bother answering, but got into the passenger side. When they were moving down the highway toward the hotel Clarke turned to him, grinning.
“Ever think we’d get to take out McCray? I mean, holy shit, McCray is the best we’ve ever seen. I’ve got a hard-on just thinking about killing her.”
Norris looked over at him and grinned too. “You get a hard-on with every kill we do, and ones we don’t get to work together on either. But I agree, she is going to be fun. Caitlynne McCray has been a f*cking thorn in my side since I shot my first contract.”
She’d been at the restaurant where he’d been watching his target for the good part of an hour. He’d paid little attention to her other than to notice that she was beautiful. When he stood up to get the shot, she stood as well and blocked his path. They had smiled at each other and when she stepped around him she’d grabbed his arm in what he thought was a small trip. The handcuffs on his wrist were a surprise, as were the nine Federal agents that threw him to the ground and held him down while his target managed to walk out of the busy restaurant. He’d been in jail just long enough for the target to move and he’d had to start all over with tracking him.
It had taken him nearly a year to relocate him and another month to end him. But in the meantime he’d run into McCray three more times until he wanted to bash her skull in just to get her off his trail. Escaping from the small jail had been hard enough, but she seemed to have him in her sights and he hated her for it.
The hotel room was nicer than he’d thought. He’d expected Clarke to have rented the cheapest one he could find in the worst part of town. That way he could still have his fun and have a place to sleep it off afterward.
Clarke killed women. It was his thing. Mostly, if not on a contract, he’d kill only prostitutes, but lately he’d taken to breaking into nicer homes and killing whatever female resided there, leaving the males to wonder what the f*ck had happened. He glanced at the man when he sat down in one of the overstuffed chairs.
“You know you have to behave while we do this right? Garrett said that she is our only target and she needs to be made gone in less than seventy-two hours after we get here.”
Clarke smiled and nodded.
“I mean it. I want to be paid for this one and your habits will not f*ck it up for me.”
“I know what to do. She dies then it’s a free for all. But I get to kill her. She can be dead, but I want the pleasure of killing her.” He licked his lips. “I know just how I want to do it too. Slow and easy. I’m going to start by peeling her scalp off. You know how much they scream when you do that?”
Norris turned his back on Clarke when he started rubbing his cock. The man would sit there and jerk off if the mood struck him even if there were a hundred people in the room. When someone knocked on the door Norris turned back to see that Clarke indeed did have his dick out and was jerking off.