Page 56 of Dark Encounter
Chapter 21
Erik
Fuck me. Seeing her in my kitchen making breakfast was over the top. I rode in silence next to Kane, trying to pull myself together. I was a mess over walking or not walking, as if I had a choice in the matter.
I'd use her body every chance I got and ignore how badly I wanted her heart.
You already have it.I snorted.
"Something funny, man?" Kane glanced over at me, his dark eyes filled with mischief.
"No. I just wish things could be different with me and Grace."
"The hot librarian you're bonking?"
"That's the one." I glanced out the window and unbuckled. "Why the fuck are we at NYU? Certainly, my father doesn't expect us to kill some kid on campus, right?"
"He does." Kane unbuckled and got out of the car, looking at me over the top of it. "What's the deal with this broad? She's more than sex, obviously."
"She's nothing more than sex." I reached back and positioned my gun in the back of my slacks under my coat. "She wants more, but all women do."
"Not the girls I hang with. They want a dick in the ass and a few bills on the table." He laughed and pointed to the Sigma frat house in the distance. "We're headed there."
"Alright. Point out who we're taking out, and I'll do it."
"I know you will." He tapped his side. "I forgot my fucking silencer again."
"You do that shit on purpose." I shook my head and walked toward the building as a group of guys walked out. Thomas, Grace's brother, was one of them. "Interesting."
I glanced back and watched the prick walk toward the library. She was close to her brother, and yet all I'd heard was what an asshat he was.
"What's interesting?" Kane glanced back, turning in a full circle as if he were missing something.
"That's Grace's older brother. Nate had some trouble with the kid when he started dating Jenna. Seems the preppy fucker wanted to get in Jenna's panties." I reached for the door, opening it and moving back. "You know we look like hitmen."
"I know. It's awesome." He walked into the house and moved toward the stairs. "He's the last door on the left upstairs. His name is Doug."
"Good. If we were killing Grace's brother, I'd like to tell her first." I chuckled and ran past Kane, taking two stairs at a time.
"That would be so fucked up, right?" He laughed and walked down the hall. "What if I told you he was the last one on the list?"
"I'd tell you to suck a dick." I walked down the hall, pausing outside the guy’s door. Sounded like he wasbusywith someone who thought he was a god from the sound of things.
"You telling me you would choose this girl over a hit your father sent us on?" He smiled and pressed his hand to the bedroom door.
"No. I'm telling you to drop it." I pulled my gun from behind my back and knocked on the door as a wicked smile lifted my lip. I loved my job. A part of me would always be a killer. Grace wouldn't understand that, and I honestly couldn't care. It was who I was raised to be.
"Go away," a deep voice called out, strained.
"Sorry. I'm on a tight schedule." I opened the door and walked in to find a big football motherfucker pumping his cock in a little guy's ass.
"Hey! What the fuck. Get out." The big guy turned and barreled toward us, his body thick and hairy.
I lifted my gun. "Sorry to bother your morning fuck, but we have business to take care of."
"Oh my God." The smaller guy turned and crumbled to the floor, searching for his pants from what I could tell. "Please don't hurt me. I didn't do anything."
"You know this guy?" The bigger guy, whom I assumed was Doug turned to his partner. "How?"
