Page 10 of Justified (Ruthless Vigilante #1)

Chapter four

W e dropped off the keys, paid the new landlord, signed the lease under false names, and now we were almost finished moving everything in.

Jordan brought in the little stuff while I set up the bed.

If all went like I planned, we might be giving it a workout tonight.

About an hour later, we were as settled in as we were going to be for now.

I’d gone out and grabbed some Chinese cuisine and now we were just sitting on the sofa like two beached whales, watching TV.

″Our landlord is kind of hot,” Jordan said out of nowhere, but I wasn’t surprised he thought so.

″Is he that Daddy you’ve been looking for? I don’t think he’s gay, but he may be a Daddy,” I said.

Jordan shrugged. “I don’t know. He’s just my type.”

I snorted and looked at him. “Oh, and what am I?”

″An arrogant prick with an amazing body and a beautiful cock who also happens to have superhuman stamina.”

″Well, I can’t argue with the truth.” I smirked.

He cackled and slapped my Mongolian beef-filled belly, hitting solid muscle. “Daaamn.”

″Yeah, hot. I know.”

″′Arrogant Prick’, that should be your secret identity name,” Jordan jested, then laughed.

″Fuck you,” I retorted. “Besides, I came up with the perfect name earlier today.”

″Oh yeah, what is it?”

″Shadow Hunter,” I said, smiling.

He frowned. “You sound like a character from a Capcom video game.”

I smacked my lips. “Your nerdy ass would say some shit like that. What’s wrong with it, not superhero-y enough for you?”

″If you were a ninja, sure. But you’re going to be getting all up and personal in people’s faces.”

I scoffed. “Not all of the time. I have no problem sniping a bitch from afar.”

″Oooo-kay, I’m sure you don’t. Another reason why I don’t like that name is it’s too close to ShadowHawk. People may think you copied off of her.”

I smacked my lips. “Yeeeaah, I can see why you’d say that.

I wasn’t even thinking about her when I came up with it.

Damn it.” Well, there went that plan. ShadowHawk was a chick that prowled the streets of Van Buren City.

She was relatively new to the whole superhero scene.

First Crimson Fury came out of the closet and inspired god knows how many other people out there, but only a handful are starting to make names for themselves.

From what I knew of her, she bagged and dropped off bad guys or left them for the police to find.

I did know one thing, she was pretty impressive with a bow and arrow.

″Got any suggestions then?” I asked Jordon, getting back on track.

″Hmmmm, you need a name as bold and striking as you are.” He sat up and turned to look at my tattoo on the inside of my bicep. “This is it.”

″What?”

″Cobra. It’s a badass snake and strikes fast and in your face. You don’t fuck with a cobra.”

I turned my arm slightly, checking out the tattoo I had done several years ago of a king cobra’s head with his fangs bared. It was a fierce animal, that was for sure, and the name was catchy. Short and precise.

″I like it. Cool. Cobra… okay, next thing I need to do is find the right outfit—and no, your services will not be needed since your fashion sense cannot be trusted.”

He pouted, crossing his arms over his chest. “I thought it was a good idea.”

I shook my head. “I knew you were going to pick some colorful bullshit, even after I told you not to. You still like the original X-men costumes from the comics and cartoons. I liked the new ones from the movies.”

″I do have taste,” he argued.

″There-there.” I kissed his temple and he playfully moved his head.

That was when I grabbed him and forced my kisses on him while he laughed and attempted to bat me away.

Of course, one thing led to another, and we ended up on the bed completely naked with my cock in his ass.

He was on all fours in front of me and I had a sturdy grip on his hip and shoulder, giving him the good shit.

Jordan was gripping the sheets in both hands as he moaned and panted in ecstasy.

″I’m cumming,” he cried out.

I reached around him, grabbing his dick to give him a little extra help. He cried out as his cock expanded in my fist, then blasted away.

″Yeah, soak the sheets with your load,” I groaned, smiling as I watched him cum.

His asshole spasmed around my cock and I quaked as I felt my own climax nearing.

“Ohhh yeah… gonna shoot.” I pulled out and ripped the condom off.

I jerked my dick three times before my cock exploded in a white gush all over his back and chocolate ass cheeks.

Mmmm, so delicious. My body twitched as I drained my dick to the last drop, then I leaned down and licked my cream off his buns while he moaned in pleasure.

Once he was all clean, I collapsed on the bed next to him.

Sure, I could probably go three more rounds at least, but he was through.

Already, his eyes were closed, so I let him sleep.

I laid in bed, thinking about my first mission.

That slimy corporate bastard. I needed to pay him a visit.

I got up and went to Jordan’s laptop, logging on.

I needed to get the right outfit that was going to make me look badass and sexy at the same time. I wanted to leave an impression.

I scoured the internet, looking at stores for about three hours until I found the perfect fucking ensemble.

I ordered five of them, which cost me a little over a grand.

I know I told Jordan I’d be mindful of the money, but this had been his idea.

I needed extra suits in case one got ruined.

This was just a smart investment. I ordered a few more things to go along with it, then I turned in for the night.

″They hired you right there on the spot?” I asked, shocked. It had been a week since we moved into our new home. Jordan hadn’t wasted any time looking for steady employment. Fucking overachiever. Still, I was impressed.

Jordan nodded. “Apparently, an Associate’s degree in Cyber Security Programming is good enough to put me into their IT department. It was a long interview process, but I knew my shit, so I got the job.”

″Well, that’s good news for us. Does it pay well? I mean, can we live off your salary?”

″It’s thirty grand a year, before taxes, so it’s best we don’t push it,” Jordan said.

″I guess your job knows your real identity?”

He shook his head. “Look at who you’re talking to, of course they don’t. Anyway, it’s kind of a distance away, so we may need to get two cars.”

″I’m already ahead of you,” I said.

″So, did you find a place where we can get some decent cars?”

I nodded. “About six miles from here, but they’ve got good ratings. I’m not up for some slick, fast-talking bastard trying to sell us a lemon.

″For now, we should get the one car. I think it’ll cost us about three grand for a decent one. Might need some fixing up, which I can do,” I said.

Jordan shook his head. “No, we need two. You need one that you take only when you’re doing your thing. I can’t be seen driving it.”

″Damn, this twenty grand is dissolving fast,” I pointed out.

He nodded. “Which is why I think you should look for the best deals.” He patted me on my back, then walked away.

I smirked, then continued to look over some potential cars. I wanted a sexy muscle car; a classic Mustang, Impala, or Challenger, something like that. Jordan could get something practical like a Ford Focus.

″What do you want to eat?” Jordan called from the kitchen.

″I’m not picky. Whatever you feel like cooking.”

I stopped searching for cars and turned my attention to Mr. Curtis Henley.

Apparently, his company was suffering the aftermath of a major cyber-attack in which a virus was planted into his system, destroying certain software.

Served him right. I was going to need Jordan to work his magic and get me the bastard’s home address, or the address to wherever he would be tomorrow night.

″Jordan, before you go to bed tonight, I need some information on my target.”

″That Henley guy?” he asked.

″Yeah, I want to know where he lives. Our employers have their package, so all bets are off on this asshole.”

″Okay.”

I took a seat into my favorite chair and turned on the TV. Jordan didn’t know this, but my outfit had arrived in the mail today. I was going to surprise him with the full get-up tomorrow before I headed out.

After dinner, which was baked fish and salad, we got to work.

Did I mention Jordan was a health nut when I allowed him to choose the meals?

He hated when I brought food home to eat because I didn’t cook.

I mean, I didn’t cook well. Anyway, Jordan got to work on the net, hacking into Mr. Henley’s personal files.

It was pretty amazing what Jordan could do with a regular laptop.

I wondered what kind of damage he would be able to do with a super computer.

I once asked him if he could siphon money from other people’s accounts and put it into ours, but he said it was too risky and too much trouble.

Paper had a trail and all that. But he never said he couldn’t do it.

″Okay, I’ve got the information.” He stood up, walked over to me, and took a seat on the sofa.

″Well?” I asked, waiting for him to tell me.

″Are you sure this is someone you need to kill? I know he pissed you off, but—”

″He needs to die.”

″You said he tried to kill you, but didn’t he only do that after you attacked him?”

″If he was really worried that I was a threat, he could have had me arrested.

He didn’t. Instead, he drugged me, then took me back to his hotel and would have raped me before he killed me.

I’m sure his boys would have all taken multiple turns too.

I was strong enough to get away. What about the next woman? ”

Jordan nodded. “Okay, fine. I just don’t want you killing people for petty reasons.”

″What’s wrong with that?”