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As much as I’d love to go again right away, I also have a shitload of work to do, so I reach down, pull up his jeans, and rebutton them. Then I pull him back into my lap. We’re testing the strength of my chair as I whisper in his ear, “Maybe I can tie you up again.”
“Yes, please.”
“And we can have some fun with your mask?”
“Yes. Yes. The answer is always yes.”
I chuckle and press my lips to his temple. “You’re so perfect for me.”
He wriggles against me. “You too, pookie. You and your cum.”
CHAPTER FIFTY-THREE
PERRY
I’mfull of mixed feelings as we walk into Lethal Poison. On the one hand, I love the place; on the other, this is where I got shot and thought I was going to die.
Very, very polar ends of the spectrum and enough to make any guy confused.
Colin has been working with the baddie bunch to keep Lethal Poison up and running. Between Tommy “easily” hacking all of Luther’s accounts and making it look like he took his money and ran, the missing person’s case is coming along as well as Colin’s did.
The police are too busy, Luther convincingly bailed on all his responsibilities, and now the baddie bunch are going through the process of taking over the lease on the building since he’s completely MIA. Part of me is worried that his body will turn up, and suddenly, we’ll all be under investigation, but my pals have been doing this for a long time, and unlike me, they’re actually good at what they do.
The bar has been cleaned up from the mayhem it was the last time I was here, and the baddie bunch are sitting in a corner, laptops huddled on the table in front of them while they work on whatever they’re working on. They didn’t even look up when the tinkling bell let them know I was here.
“Hello, people much smarter than me,” I say, grabbing their attention.
“You’re late” is all Arlie answers. I’d be offended if she hadn’t visited me a thousand times while I was recovering, all under the guise of making sure I “stayed quiet” about what happened while she reacted to every little grunt or cringe I made.
I might have even put it on a little bit. Felt nice to see her care.
But her presence also meant that poor Lars was in a constant state of the stutters.
“Maybe you didn’t hear,” I reply, hands up in surrender. “I was shot, very bad. Might never be the same again. I can’t overdo it.”
Arlie rolls her eyes. “I swear to fucking god, if you’re late for a shift, I’m going to add your name to my own list.”
I look from Tommy to her again, lost. “Ah, what?”
“My list. You’ll be dead.”
I wave away the threat. “I got that part. What do you mean shift? I don’t know if you heard, but I’m a terrible hitman. You don’t want to hire me, and I’m pretty sure I’m going to take that part out of my resume. Probably.”
Tommy cackles. “You weren’t aterriblehitman, Perry.”
At first, I think he’s being sweet.
“You weren’t a hitman—period. You couldn’t even kill the bad guy.”
“I was gonna.” And I’m seventy-three percent sure that’s the truth. “But Arlie got there first.”
“You were already close to dead when I took him out.”
Everett grunts. “Thanks for that. Theonething I had to look forward to.”
“There will be a lot more bad guys out there for you to play with,” she says, patting him on the shoulder like she’s comforting a child. Then she turns her attention suddenly on me. “You start Monday.”
Did I hallucinate half of this conversation? I point at my face. “Not a hitman. Remember?”
