Page 8 of His Coveted Obsession

“I kill people.”

He covered his mouth and giggled. “Seriously! That was funny.”

I only told him that to see his reaction, knowing he wouldn’t believe me, anyway.

“I work for a travel insurance company. We’re contractors for the government,” I said, slipping easily into the lie we’ve all been trained to tell outside of our organization.

Thomas leaned forward on the table, resting his chin on his hand and fluttering his lashes at me.

“Wow, what a great job for someone so young… I’m only assuming you’re young by your appearance, but what do I know?”

“I’m nineteen.”

“Wow, so am I!”

“Thomas!” someone called out. We both turned our heads toward a woman behind the counter, waving at a new line forming.

“Gotta go! Nice meeting you, Easton. I hope to talk again.”

“Bye.”

I watched him saunter off, curious about him, and strangely not annoyed by his constant chattering. I took a bite of my roll, watching him work, now full of smiles instead of stressed out like before.

When I finished my drink and breakfast, he waved goodbye to me with a huge smile on his face.

What an odd guy.

Iheadedbacktothe office and went straight downstairs, which housed our sparring room, gun range, and computer servers, where Layla, our hacker, worked. I walked into the new office we’d set up for Dalton to work in. He was Sid’s lover and new husband, and a former FBI agent. We had saved Dalton from our own government when he stumbled upon a rape video featuring a politician. He went on the run, and we were tasked with taking him out. Instead, Sid saved him because they had gone to school together. I never understood it, but Sid was mine, and I would protect him and what was his. That made Dalton and Owen mine by default.

Now, Dalton worked with us to hunt down criminals the government or police let slip through the system or refused to punish.

“Easton, what can I do for you?” he asked. His dark brown hair was wavy, and his blue eyes behind glasses stared at his computer screen.

“I want to ask someone out on a date and I’m going to fuck him.”

“Who are they?”

“Thomas over at Sweet Bean.”

“He works at the new coffee shop?”

“Yes.”

“What makes you interested in him?”

“I like the way he looks, and he doesn’t seem bothered by me.”

He chuckled. “Why should he be bothered by you?”

I tilted my head and looked at him. “For the same reason you were afraid of me at first.”

“Yes, but I already knew about you. This Thomas apparently doesn’t.”

“I suppose. I want to fuck him all the same.”

Dalton smiled at me as he leaned back in his leather chair, folding his hands over his stomach. “Well, I suppose congratulations are in order.”

“Why? Isn’t this what everyone does normally? They have their needs met by someone they’re attracted to?”

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