Page 61 of Killer Confections

Fuck, today would be even better if I were out with Loxley. I wonder how she feels about public play? I can imagine us at a picnic, her wearing one of those sun dresses she likes as she sits on my lap, the skirt of it hiding my cock buried deep inside of her as she rests back on my chest.

Damn, I need her to hurry and figure out my identity. The fucking fantasies are piling up. She’s everything I’ve been dreaming of and more.

In time.

The sweet sounds of my girl’s moans fill the alleyway, and I glance down at my phone. Of course, the recording came in handy. I listened and watched our little movie on repeat all morning before reluctantly leaving her. I couldn’t get enough, so I extracted the sound and made it my fucking ring tone.

She’s going to kill me when she finds out.

Dominic’s name scrolls across the screen, and I sigh before answering. “What?”

“Jane’s help arrived and sniffed out her remains. They’re on the move.” He says.

“They have any leads?” I ask.

“They can’t find Thalia’s new hide-out, but two of them were last tracked rolling through Kentucky.”

I purse my lips. “That’s to be expected. They know it’s us. Just depends on how long they take to find the compound.”

“I don’t think they’re going for the compound,” Dom says gruffly. “Jane’s old man, Kai Hayes, is the fucking leader of the South syndicate. Turns out, she had a much bigger hold than we originally thought.”

I give a humorless laugh. “Well, fuck me sideways. Send out a squad to intercept the two assassins traveling. Let’s put a stop to it before they reach Ohio. Does Rowan know?”

“Of course he knows,” Dom snaps. “Who the fuck do you think has me working on my day off? He’s going crazy trying to keep your sister safe out there.”

I cock a brow, “Then why are you calling me?”

“Because,” my friend says gravely, “we think they’re targeting close relations instead of the fuckers who took out Jane. Rowan had Alana pull data off their phones earlier and a picture of Loxley was in the mix.”

For the first time since my dad was alive, my heart sinks and that uneasy feeling grips me. My skin prickles with awareness as my entire world tilts.

I only remember feeling true fear as a child, but now it’s back with a vengeance. My throat closes and I can hardly breathe before I snap myself out of it, my hand gripping the device with a chokehold. “And they aren’t getting that far. I want these fuckers dead. Send out the best. I’ll do security until this is squared away.”

“Right,” Dom hangs up and I quickly gather what fucking emblem of sanity I have.

Loxley is in danger, and I can’t let anyone get close to her. The one woman I’ve loved since I was a teenager is being targeted. The only person who has ever seen beyond the mask I was forced to wear a long time ago. My very reason for fucking existing.

Our little game has changed now.

There is no more waiting.

This is fucking war.

Chapter Twenty-One

Loxley

Do something fun and stop worrying about the bakery. It’s your day off.

Addison’s words from earlier taunt me. After my numerous calls to Janette, who rudely hung up on me during our last conversation after declaring I was blocked until my shift started tomorrow morning, my best friend convinced me to get out of the house.

Logically, I know everything is fine with my store. If Janette had any problems, she would have said something to me. She isn’t one to keep secrets, but I still can’t trust myself with that knowledge. I’m never going to stop worrying about it despite the wonder team I’ve assembled. I’ve had this dream since I was a kid, and finally getting to see it take flight has made me a little overbearing.

Okay, a bit overbearing.

And maybe I do need to take a step back. My lead employee seemed rather peeved at me before she hung up.

So, I spent my day wandering around the supermarket in my neighborhood with the poor excuse of grocery shopping. Keeping myself occupied is proving to be a harder feat than I originally thought. Even as I pick up an avocado, testing the ripeness, I stop myself before setting it back atop the pile.