Page 4 of Justified (Ruthless Vigilante #1)

Chapter two

“D id you get it?” asked my partner, Jordan, as I entered what he liked to call our operational hideout. His voice was deeper than you’d expect from a guy who looked like he did. Slim figure, about five-eight in height, but he had the sweetest smile and softest hazel eyes. Just so fucking adorable.

“Do you doubt me?” I walked over to his table, he was hunched over some new device he’d been working on even before I’d left to do the job over three hours ago.

It looked like some sort of scanner thing, but hell if I knew what it really was.

I placed the little flash drive on the table beside him and then walked toward the refrigerator to grab a cold one.

I tilted it back to my lips and let the booze flow.

Damn, it was good and I needed one after this dumb ass mission. At least it was paying sweet.

“You shouldn’t drink that fast,” Jordan called out. “You know you’re a lightweight.”

I swallowed what was in my mouth. “Yeah, but I’d only be drunk for a little while,” I replied. It was true. After I got my powers, my tolerance for booze dropped to an all-time low. At least I didn’t stay drunk long and never had to worry about hangovers.

He looked up from his device to pick up the drive, examining it as if it would look different from any other normal flash drive simply because it happened to contain some very important secrets one company really wanted to steal from another.

While he looked over the thing, I stripped out of the jacket and boots, then transformed back into my own hot, male body.

The transformation process always felt weird.

Mainly because it hurt like hell and I wasn’t fond of having to do it.

Feeling my bones stretching, breaking, and reforming to adapt to the new height and shape was always a pain in the ass.

My indestructible skin was unaffected as it stretched or shrunk to whatever form I’d taken.

It was just the bones adjusting that hurt like a son of a bitch.

“Ahhh fuck!” I groaned in pain, panting heavily while the final stages of my transformation completed and I was back in my own skin.

I was Eric Cayden again. That sexy, six foot Adonis—as I’ve been called—with the athletic, toned physique that I worked hard to maintain.

I have green eyes, dark curly hair, strong jawline, and a nine-inch, cut cock.

I also happened to be sporting a two-week old beard that Jordan begged me not to shave.

Yeah, I was fucking hot as shit, and if you wanted to call me arrogant, so be it.

I knew I looked good. I think it’s important to have a high opinion of yourself.

God knows enough people in your life will try to cut you down, so you have to love yourself.

That’s a lesson I learned from my mom. As for the morphing thing, the entire process for me to change took about one minute either way, but still…

fuck that minute. Shit was a minute of agony and I rarely did it unless I had to.

I preferred to transform into other men.

That way, I didn’t have too much pain to endure, especially if the man I was turning into was the same height and body size that I was.

I reached down between my legs. “Ahhh yeah, there you go, boys, so happy to see you again,” I said to myself as I fondled my junk.

Jordan had a change of clothes waiting for me on the sofa, and on top of that were my eye glasses.

During my mission, I wore my contacts. Yeah, with great power does not come great vision.

I put on the jogging pants and t-shirt. Underwear wasn’t necessary.

Sometimes I liked to let my boys breathe.

I went into the bathroom and removed my contacts, putting them in their container, and slipped my glasses on.

My one imperfection… or one of my biggest attractive attributes, depending on what turned you on.

“Can’t believe they were willing to pay us twenty-thousand dollars to reclaim this,” Jordan said.

“That’s because it’s worth more than that.

” I plopped down in my favorite worn out chair and stretched my long legs out in front of me.

The ass grooves in my chair fit me to a T, which was why I’d kept it even as we moved from one location to another despite Jordan’s protests.

“You know what? For the amount of bullshit I had to endure tonight, I’m thinking we undercharged them. ”

“Did you have any problems obtaining it?” Jordan asked me. “I noticed that you aren’t wearing the same outfit you left in.”

“Humph, I didn’t think you took your attention off your gadgets long enough to notice,” I teased.

“I always notice you,” he said as he turned to get a good look at me as I took a swig of my beer.

Okay, that was flattering.

I shook my head. “Serious problems, no, not really. Nothing I couldn’t handle, of course. It was actually quite interesting. For the first time ever, I got my pussy ate. Didn’t know it felt that good.”

His mouth dropped open in shock. “Jesus Christ—really?”

I winked. “I mean, I thought about knocking the son of a bitch out before that, but my curiosity got the better of me. So I thought, what the hell? Let’s see what all of the hoopla is about. Now I know.”

“Did you let him fuck you?”

I burst out laughing because he was looking at me all wide-eyed and curious, I couldn’t keep up the joke any longer.

“I’m fucking with you, Jordan. No way in hell I’d let a man give me head in a female form, let alone fuck them.

It would just feel too weird. Having to endure his roaming hands and sloppy kisses is what made the job so disgusting, dude was a fucking pig.

In the end, I knocked his ass out, accessed his laptop, stole the info back, and planted the virus. All is well now.”

“You asshole,” Jordan grumbled and pouted.

I shrugged and downed the last of my beer, then smiled as the effects buzzed over me, if only for a short while. “I loved the look on your face. Although, if you hadn’t closed your mouth, I might have been tempted to stick my cock in it.”

“I would have bit down.”

“And you would have broken your front teeth.”

He laughed, then rolled his eyes. “Was the guy some sloppy blob, or did his breath stink? I mean, what made him so disgusting?” Jordan asked.

I sighed. “None of that. He was slim with a little pudge around the waist. Breath kind of stank, though. Some people just have a slimy aura about them, even if they look good on the outside. He was one of those kinds of people. Did you know he wanted to piss in my mouth and all over me when we got back to the hotel?”

Jordan grimaced. “Ewww, what the fuck?”

“Yeah, I know, that was one of his kinks. Jerk was probably into scat, too. Sick bastard. I think he might have killed people before. Once we’re done with this job, I’m going to pay his ass another visit.

And this time, he won’t be breathing when I leave,” I said, making plans in my head to end that son of a bitch and his goons.

He would have killed me tonight if he could have, and that told me that what happened wasn’t his first rodeo.

It was probably the first time his plans had gone awry, though.

Jordan shook his head. “Sometimes, I just don’t know about you.”

“Good, I like being unpredictable. Keeps our relationship spicy,” I said, laughing.

“Getting back to your hang-ups. If I had your ability to change forms, I would have totally fucked some hot straight guy,” Jordan said, masterfully switching the conversation from a murder plot to my issues.

Wait a minute, I didn’t have issues. I was a top, damn it.

Never met a man that I wanted to bottom for in my life.

“That’s because you’re a perma-bottom,” I retorted.

“No shame in taking it up the ass. You should do it sometime.”

I snorted and scratched my balls. “It takes a certain kind of man to make me want to bother with all that bullshit. Besides, I love dicking you and other hot dudes.”

“Hopeless,” Jordan said under his breath, but loud enough for me to hear him.

“I just know what I like. So, did you get any more work for me while I was out?”

“Not yet. It’s not like we can advertise your particular services on TV or online. We got lucky through word of mouth on the last job. So no frivolous spending. I know how you like to live large but don’t want to work for it.”

“Bullshit, I work for it plenty.”

“I meant a legit job,” Jordan added.

“That would expose me. I can’t risk it, you know that,” I explained, reminding him of why I had to stay in hiding.

“Yeah, I know. As soon as I said it, I knew it was a mistake. Regardless, we have to make this money stretch, okay?”

I shrugged. “Sure, fine with me.”

“I mean it, Eric,” Jordan said forcefully, pointing his finger at me.

“What? You act like I’m going to run off and buy a damn Ferrari, as if I could,” I said, frowning.

“The last time I told you we needed to be cautious with our money, you bought that two thousand dollar sword,” Jordan pointed out.

Okay, yeah, that was true… but shit, for the kind of sword it was, it was a steal.

I had to take advantage of the idiot selling it for a mere two grand when the motherfucker was worth a hundred times that amount.

I tried to explain the importance of the deal I got to Jordan last month, but his geek ass didn’t see the point of me buying it, period.

I bet if it had been some vintage comic book or action figure, then I’d be speaking his language.

I held my hands up, surrendering in this argument before it ballooned into nonsense. “Fine. I won’t go on any ‘frivolous sprees’,” I said, complete with air quotes. “Come on, let’s go out. I’m fucking starving.”

“Out? At this time of night?” Jordan asked.