Page 19 of Cruel Love
“She’s late,”I grumbled, scowling at my phone and the message I’dreceived a few minutes ago which had soured my mood dramatically. Notthatmy mood had been much better before the text arrived, thanks to the call from Edith earlier informing methatWillow had started her period.
I should have thought to question her on her menstrual cycle so I hadan idea when her period would be. Still, it wasn’t the worst timing, by the time I got back from this job, she would be close to finishing her period, and I could crack on with trying to knock her up.
“She’s always late. Cleo will be late to her own funeral,”Jacksonmuttered, turning to me and nodding to my phone with a smirk playing on his lips.“Let me guess, your wife messaged to tell you how much she loves you?”
Itreallywas a shame I couldn’t do my job without him, I would haveloved nothing more than to knock the cunt out rightthen. Sadly, he needed to be conscious to talk Cleo through the plan when she finally got her ass to the meeting point.
Ifshe got her ass here, and if wasn’t for her being so damn good ather job, I would have found another honey trapper to use.
“My father wants me to take Willow for a family dinner at theweekend,”I replied, repocketing my phone.
Jackson chuckled.“That’ll be fun. Shall we make a bet to see howlong it takes for your old man to make her cry?”
I hummed in agreement. It was inevitablethatmy father would wantto meet my new wife as soon as he heard I’d eloped, and without a doubt, he’d disapprove of my bride. My father was a cruel man, crueler than me, and there wasn’t theslightest chance Willow would escape his vicious tongue, yet for reasonsthatI couldn’t fathom,thatpissed me off.
The only person allowed to be vicious toward my wife was me.
Before I could reply, the back door to the blacked-out SUV we werewaiting in was yanked open. The scent of sickly sweet candy floss filled the car, and a tall, gorgeous woman slid into the back seat.
“Howdy, boys,”Cleo said, putting on a fake Southern accent.“Longtime, no see.”
Cleopatra Stone was a woman of many faces. She had to be for whatshe did. Daughter of Harrison Stone, one of the current leaders of Legion, Cleo would one day sit on the board next to me and Jackson, along with the Evans twins- Zayden and Brody.
Personally, I couldn’t have been happier to have her as a fellow boardmember, she was a valuable asset.
We all were, and with our combined skills, we were shaping up to bethe most powerful leaders Legion had ever seen. But not all members of the society were pleased a woman would one day be overseeing them, including Cleo’s own father.
“You’re late,”I replied, peering over my shoulder at Cleo and taking inher latest look.“Nice hair.”
“Thanks,”she replied, replacing her fake accent with her real one.“Ititches like fuck though, I’ll be glad when this contract is over, and I don’t have to be Candy the bimbo with only one brain cell.”
She removed her hot pink wig, revealing her brown, pixie-cut hairunderneath and giving her scalp a scratch.
Like Jackson and me, Cleo took on contracts supplied to her viaLegion members. But where Jackson and I killed people, Cleo used her charms to gain information, or in some cases, ruin relationships.
When she was born, her father hatedthathis firstborn was a girl,but when no more children came along for him, Harrison decided to make the best of a bad situation. He shipped Cleo off to various institutes across the globe where she learned to manipulate men into doing her bidding.
She was damn good at honey trapping too, among other skills.Thanks to Cleo, Legion had obtained informationthatcould ruin people’s lives, and cause wars between governments if there ever came a time.
“Working on anything good?”Jackson said, his gaze dropping toCleo’s tits as always.
He’d been attracted to her since she turned sixteen and returnedhome after a summer away with bags of confidence, and tits the size of melons. She’d rejected his advances on every occasion though, maintaining the stancethatit was better to not fuck colleagues.
“Nah, nothing exciting. The parents of a celebrity want to provethattheir future son-in-law is a cheating dirtbag. It’s a piss easy job so I was kinda glad you guys called,”Cleo replied, sitting forward to look at the two of us from the back seat.“Who’d the politician fuck off to earn himself a death sentence?”
On our flight to New York, Jackson filled me in on how the contract toend Newton Phillips’ life had come to us. NotthatI would have turned down a contract but I always liked to know what the person had done to meet their maker at my hands. My final words to them was usually telling them what they’d done to deserve death so they’d die knowing what their sins were.
“Raped a thirteen-year-old girl,”I replied, keeping my tone neutral.
The irony wasn’t lost on me. The more I learned about Newton, themore disgusted I was, all the while ignoring the little voice in my head telling methatmaybe I wasn’t so different from him. But I kept reminding myselfthatI was nothing like him. Willow wasmy wife. My eighteen-year-old wife who had given me permission to touch her, not a thirteen-year-old who’d begged Newton to stop repeatedly.
“Dirty fucker deserves to die,”Cleo said, her face twisting in disgustlike mine had when I’d learned of Newton’s crime.
“Yeah, poor kid was traumatized,”Jackson added.“The family went tothe police but Newton paid them a visit one night, and offered them two million dollars to make the allegations go away. The girl didn’t want to relive what happened in court, not after Newton told herthathis lawyers would tear her to shreds on the stand, so she told her parents to accept the money.”
“Christ. Please tell me you’re going to cut off his cock before you killhim?”Cleo asked, looking at me.
“I wish I could, but a public figure like Newton will raise too manyquestions.”
