Page 120 of Himbo Hitman
I understand why he’s worried, but that feels like a leap. “Why?”
“Because they’re not good guys.”
“Yeah, but the only one who wants me dead is Luther. Whoever wants you dead just wantsyoudead, and they don’t actually realize you’re not dead yet.”
“You can’t know that.”
“Actually, Luther was very clear about that part. He’s stressing over killing you before the bad guys can figure out that you’re still alive. If Yanni was who hired him and they know I killed you, I’ll basically be a hero to them.”
Lars is shaking his head. “If they ordered the hit, they did it through Luther so it couldn’t be traced to them. You knowing it was them will make you a target withmorepeople. If you’re set on doing this, you need to say as little as possible.”
“As little as possible. That’s totally something I can do.”
“You are so dead …” he mutters.
That pulls me up short. “I’m about to do this big thing, and I could really use the support of my team behind me.”
“Sorry.” At least it looks like he means it. “If it helps at all, I don’t actuallywantyou to die.”
“That does help, thank you.”
St. Clare swallows and runs his thumb over my jaw. “I don’t want you to die either.”
“Well, that’s a relief.” I set a smile free and give in to the urge to give his hand a quick squeeze. “In and out, quick as I can. I’ve got this.”
I get a flicker of his smirk. “I’ll have a reward waiting for you when you’re back.”
I groan because the last thing I need walking into this place is a fucking hard-on. That’s probably not the way I want to get their attention.
“Hold that thought.” I grab my car keys and head out, not wanting to delay shit any further. The sooner I get on the road, the sooner I get back, and then the sooner St. Clare can give me my reward. Which is very clearly his dick and very, very appreciated on my end.
Fucking is a good way to pass the time between dangers.
It’s not until I get to the car that I realize I’ve left my bag and gun inside. Props to me for realizing it before I got on the road though.
I head back for the cabin, and when I go to push the front door open, I catch the sound of my name.
“… the whole reason we kept Perry,” Lars insists.
The what? I lean closer, ear to the door, wondering what the hell they’re talking about.
“Do you really think Yanni will give a shit?”
“Can we really afford not to try?”
Trywhat? Yanni is the guy I’m supposed to find, so this feels like the kind of conversation that I should have been a part of.
“Come on,” Lars says, lowering his voice. “I get it. I like Perry too. But in a choice between him and Colin, are you really telling me you’re going to put him first?”
“Ofcoursenot.” I’ve never heard St. Clare sound so irritated.
“Then I need to make the call. I’ll ask Yanni if he knows anything about Colin, and if he does, he needs to give up the info.I’ll … I dunno. Tell him I’ve hired a hitman to take him out and that if he gives me what I want, I’ll give up the hitman.”
“We could have at least warned Perry first,” St. Clare says, and I wholeheartedly agree.
They should have warned me.
Because I’m pretty stupid most of the time, but they’re spelling it out in a way that even I can understand. They’re going to trade me. For his brother.
