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CHAPTER 7
LEO
While Ty is on the phone with June, I slide on a shirt and go sit outside, breathing in the fresh air. This place is idyllic with its quiet and seclusion.
I acquired this safe house two years ago, just in case something happened and I had to evade authorities. If this hideout doesn’t keep them off my ass, I have a hidden tunnel where I can get away and passports and identification with different names and countries of origin on them. With some contacts and a good dye job, I can blend in with the crowd, and no one would know who I am.
It was a gamble, telling Ty who I am and what I do. I’m hoping it’ll pay off.
If anyone can help plead my case, it’s June. He’s a ray of sunshine, the bright light for Blu and me. Even though he’s helped with our kills, June is still pure. Maybe he can get another pure soul like Ty to take a chance on someone like me.
I’ve never worried about keeping someone in my life, but I can’t let Ty go. Even if I have to hold him hostage here in my secluded cabin, he can’t leave.
As I’m thinking of ways I could possibly get him to stay without resorting to kidnapping, the front door opens, and Ty steps out, appearing nervous but gorgeous. I’ll never get enough of looking at him, especially in my oversized T-shirt. It hangs from his body, but he makes it look unbelievably sexy. With a shaky hand, he passes me my phone.
He lowers himself into the rocking chair on the other side of the door, bringing his knees to his chest. He rests his head on his knees and pegs me with that blue-and-brown stare of his. For many long moments, he doesn’t say anything, and I don’t push. Whatever he’s thinking, he has to work through on his own. If I try to give him that little extra nudge, he could scurry away, closing himself off to me.
So instead of attempting to burrow into his head to see where he’s at, I continue to meet his gaze, not shying away from his scrutiny.
After a few more beats, Ty breaks eye contact and studies the scenery around him. I do the same, trying to look at the place with fresh eyes. It’s a nice stretch of cleared land in the middle of a thick forest. The man I took it from was a survivalist, ranting and raving about how Armageddon was upon us and he’d be one of the only people to survive. He would have been if I wasn’t hired by his daughter after she found out he killed her mother. Before he was relieved of his life, he signed the place over to one of my lesser-known aliases, and it became mine. He’s somewhere on the property, his body being used as fertilizer.
The surrounding woods are bonus. The quiet and seclusion reminds me of Ivan’s two room cabin I was raised in while in Russia. Our nearest neighbor was twenty miles away. It made his training easy. We never had to worry about anyone hearing any screams, and there were plenty of places to bury bodies.
A chuckle escapes my mouth as I think back to all the times Ivan made me bury a body we’d just finished with in the dead of winter. Some days I wasn’t sure I’d survive, my hands frozen stiff. But I was able to push through, getting done what needed to be done. Plenty of bodies litter the land around my grandfather’s shitty cabin.
Ty glances over at me, his expression inscrutable. “What’s funny?”
I meet his eyes, wondering if I can tell him the truth. He’s already afraid of me because I said I’m a psychopath and a hitman. Telling him my grandfather made me bury bodies of people we tortured and killed won’t endear me to him.
But lying to him would do more damage than that. Instead, I try to give him an out. “Do you really want to know?”
Searching my face, Ty nods slowly. “I asked, didn’t I? Or do you not want to tell me? If you don’t, that’s fine. Unless it’s something that you can’t tell me. Well, I guess that doesn’t matter because I don’t think you’re supposed to tell people you’re a hitman, but you told me. So yeah, I want to know.”
My lips tip up as Ty babbles. It’s like words rush out of his mouth, each wanting to be heard right after the one before it.
Fuck it. He asked. Hopefully, he can handle the answer. “When I was in Russia, we lived in an area similar to this. With much more snow of course.” I tack on. “During my training, my grandfather made me cart all the bodies into the woods and bury them. We stayed in a large stretch of woods, so we had plenty of places to pick.”
Ty releases a rough breath but nods. “I see. Anyone buried here?”
“Just the previous owner of this place. His daughter hired me to kill him after he slaughtered her mom.” I thumb behind us. “I buried him about two miles that way.”
I watch his throat convulse as he swallows. “This is all so weird, talking about you killing people. I should be more frightened than I am, right? Who sits around and discusses murders?”
“Do you want me to stop?”
He shrugs with an almost pained expression on his face. “I’m not sure. June said you don’t always kill innocent people. But you sometimes do?”
“I can’t tell you for sure. I kill the people I’m hired to kill, besides kids. If some of those people were innocent, I wasn’t privy to that information. Most of the time, all I get is a name, location, picture, and price. Does that make it better for you?”
When June found out about Blu, he wrestled with Blu dispatching innocents. Now, Blu only kills those June has vetted as guilty monsters, his beast wanting to do anything to keep June happy.
One of Ty’s shoulders lifts. “I don’t know. It’s all a lot to take in.”
I stare at him for a few beats, then ask, “Are you afraid of me?”
“No.”
His answer is so quick and sure. A small breath puffs out of me, and I realize for probably the first time in my life I was nervous. Butterflies danced in my belly before I asked. I think those were nerves. I can’t be too sure though.
Like most psychopaths, I have feelings and emotions, but for me, they’re very rare. But when I do feel, it’s deeply. My obsession with Ty, for example. It’s risky to tell him everything he wants to know. It could all end up backfiring in my face.
“Does that make me a fool?” he asks in a small voice.
“No,” I reassure him. “You don’t have to overanalyze it. But know this: I’d cut off my own arm before I hurt you .You don’t ever have to fear me.”
A slight smile tugs at his lips. “Can we skip the self-mutilation?”
I dip my head, making Ty shake his and look back out over the forested landscape.
“If I ask, would you only kill people who deserve it?”
“Yes,” I answer. He looks at me quickly, his eyes bouncing around my face. “It’s not even that hard. June and Blu have a system they use, and it’s been successful for almost a year now. June picks, and Blu kills. Some people deserve to die, and June and Blu are their executioners.”
“Are you expensive?”
With a smirk, I turn to him. “Why? You want to hire me?”
Ty bites his plump bottom lip, his blue-and-brown stare darkening. He places one foot on the porch and pushes off, rocking himself. “What if I did?”
Before I can stop myself, I’m in front of him, grabbing his hand, squeezing it between mine. “Did someone hurt you? Who is it? I’ll rip their fucking heart out.”
Ty grins, shaking his head as he stops pushing against the porch to rock his chair. “No. But I’ll admit it’s fucking hot how angry you just got. Your eyes went all fiery, and your usual happy demeanor dropped.”
I rub a hand down my face. “I didn’t mean to scare you.”
“You didn’t. Not really. It made me think of what June just told me. That you wouldn’t hurt me, but you would hurt people for me.”
“That’s right.” I sit on the porch at his feet, still holding his hand. I’m thankful he hasn’t pulled away. “Who is it you want killed?”
Ty faces closes off, and his jaw ticks. His eyes burn with rage, a look I didn’t think he was capable of. Ty seems so friendly, so happy, that the expression is out of place on his face, and I want to gut the motherfucker that caused it.
“His name is Michael Kerry. He …” he pauses, swallowing thickly before he looks at me with tear-brimmed eyes. “He raped my best friend. She went to the police, got the kit done, did all the things they tell victims to do. She was brave and strong when she gave her statement. But that didn’t matter. The fucker was only sentenced to three months in prison. When Juliette heard the verdict, she couldn’t live with it. She feared he would come after her when he was released.” Two fat tears drop down Ty’s cheeks, and I wipe them gently, still not letting go of his hand. He leans into my touch, looking at me with a vulnerability that makes my heart clench. “She killed herself the day after he was sentenced. He got out less than ninety days after because of time served and went on to live a normal life.”
“Do you know where he is?”
Ty shakes his head. “He moved from Corpin when he got out. I tried an internet search of him a few years back, but there are so many Michael Kerrys that popped up and not all of them had photos. I didn’t have money at the time to pay for an in-depth search.”
“If you want him dead, I can find him, and I’ll do it for free. Anyone that fucks with you deserves death.”
He nods vigorously. “I do. And I want to watch.” I open my mouth to advise against it, but Ty grips my hands. “Please, Leo. I need to watch him die for what he did to her. He is one of the people that doesn’t deserve to live. I’m willing to bet Juliette wasn’t his only victim. There’s no way he stopped after her.”
“Ty, you saw what I do. My scenes get … messy. Can you handle that?”
His pupils dilate and his breathing picks up as he sinks into himself. I’m never careful with my kills, especially when they’re in abandoned buildings like the one I took Ralph to. I’m great at cleanup, as Ivan taught me how to ensure I leave nothing behind. With that in mind, I kill as I want when it comes to a torture and kill session. Ty sounds like he wants a torture and kill session.
His darkened eyes meet mine, and he nods. “I can. For Juliette, I can handle it.”
I grin at his conviction. Ty might have been frightened earlier, but he’s tough. I could tell by how he snatched my phone from me when June called. If he were as afraid as he should have been, he would have done anything to keep me from getting angry. Instead, he let his irritation show, not lying down for any bullshit.
If I could fall in love, that would have been the moment.
“Then we can do it. Let me figure out where he is, then we can get started planning. Know this,” I tell him, pegging him with serious eyes, “there will be no going in half-cocked. I plan all my kills to minimize any chance of fucking up. I don’t fuck up. I’ve never had a partner before, so you’ll have to follow my lead, even if you don’t like it. I don’t have emotions to cloud my actions. You do. Bury that shit while we’re killing, got it?”
He nods slowly. “I got it. I can do that. I promise.”
“Let’s get started.”
I wince when I push to my feet, the slice across my belly stinging. When I got Ty changed and in bed, I went to the bathroom and cleaned myself up. It’s not deep, but the cut hurts like a motherfucker.
“What’s wrong?” he asks, looking up at me without taking my proffered hand.
Smiling, I lift my shirt, showing him the bandage. “You sliced me good, kotenok. I can show you how to hold your knife better to get a deeper cut if you’d like.”
Sliding down to the edge of the rocking chair, Ty lifts shaky hands to the bandage and drags his fingers over the nearly white cloth. It only bled through a little, but it’s time for me to either change it or take it off completely. “I’m sorry,” he mutters.
“Don’t be. It was well-placed. You did well for being so scared.”
Ty looks up at me, his gaze burning with resolve and heat. Heat? Fuck yes, there’s definitely heat there. His lips pucker as he plants a soft kiss over my lower belly. I bite back a groan. I want his lips on me, but I don’t want to scare him away.
I watch with rapt attention, chest rising and falling rapidly as he kisses the wound better for me.
My cock takes notice too, growing as I eye those sexy lips on my skin. I try to cant my body away, my dick basically in his face, but Ty places a hand on my hips, holding me steady.
“Does that feel good?” he asks in a sex-drenched voice.
“Better than you could imagine. Ty, I’ve never been with a man before. I’m out of my depth here.” It’s the first time I’ve been uncertain about anything. I wouldn’t normally care, but I don’t want to disappoint Ty. I don’t want to fuck it up and make anything bad for him.
He stops kissing me, and I curse my big fucking mouth. “Do you want me to stop?” he asks, gazing at me with those sexy fucking eyes.
“Fuck no.”
“How far can I go?”
With a growl, I cup the back of his neck and drag him up to me, kissing him deeply. Ty lets out a shocked gasp but doesn’t stop me from tunneling my tongue into his mouth, dragging it over his. Ty gives as good as he gets, holding on tight to my shoulders as he moves closer to me, his hard dick brushing against my thigh.
When I’ve had my fill of his mouth, I pull him back. “As far as you want to go,” I finally answer him.
Ty pecks me once more then drops to his knees, dragging my sweatpants down with him. “Tell me if you don’t like something.”
“I’ll like everything you do.”
He simply smirks, wrapping a hand around my dick and stroking.
“Fuck,” I grit out, pushing into his fist. That one simple motion feels so fucking good. I can only imagine what his wet mouth will feel like.
Opening wide, Ty wraps his lips around the head of my dick, and my hips buck of their own accord, causing a few inches of my cock to slide into his mouth. Ty pulls off, gagging slightly.
“Fuck, I’m sorry,” I mutter.
With a mischievous look on his face, Ty slides his hands to the back of my thighs. “Do it again. Make me gag on your dick, Leo.”
My cock jumps at his command. Is Ty aggressive in bed? I fucking hope so. It’s hot as fuck.
Grabbing my dick at the base, I shove it in Ty’s mouth, watching his eyes grow wide and his pupils dilate as tears stream down his face. He’s so fucking beautiful with tears streaking his cheeks. He gags over and over but doesn’t pull my dick from between his lips.
“Shit,” I groan, pushing into the wetness of his mouth. The image of my dick appearing and disappearing, slick with his spit, is more than I can handle. I want to close my eyes to stop my impending orgasm, but I can’t look away.
“Ty, I’m gonna come. Pull the cum out of me, kotenok. Swallow it all.”
His free hand tugs on my balls and it’s over from there. My hearing dims, and my vision fuzzes out as my release shoots from my dick. My hips buck as my orgasm leaves my body into the warmth of Ty’s mouth. The swallowing motions of his throat places more suction on my crown, and I have to lock my knees so they don’t buckle under me.
Once my balls are empty, Ty lets me slide from between his lips, licking my cockhead when a small drop of cum leaks from my tip. “You taste really fucking good, Leo. Fuck, I’ve been dying to have you down my throat.”
“My turn,” I mutter, lifting him from the ground and placing him in the rocking chair. I lower myself to my knees, coming face to face with his twitching erection. I stare at it, my mouth watering. I’ve never wanted to suck a man’s dick before, but I want it now. More than I’ve wanted anything in my life.
Ty places a gentle hand on my face, lifting my head until I’m meeting his eyes. “You don’t have to. You said you’ve never … with a man …”
Gripping his chin, I pull him in for a kiss, tasting the saltiness of my cum on his tongue. “I want to. Thinking of sucking you … fuck, it’s making me hard again.”
I reach into his pants, fishing out his cock. It’s beautiful, slightly darker than his warm brown skin, and looks fucking delicious. I moisten my lips as I drag my hand over his shaft. Ty moans, leaning back in the rocking chair.
Glancing up, I take in his half lidded eyes and his slightly parted lips, panting breaths escaping. “That feels good,” he mutters, maintaining eye contact with me. “But I need more. Wrap your lips around my dick, Leo. Suck me in.”
Doing as he commands, I settle back on my heels and hollow my cheeks around him. It’s a strange feeling, having a dick slide across my tongue, but I’m already fucking addicted. If they elicit the sounds from Ty like they are now, I’ll do it every fucking day.
“Augh. Leo. Suck harder. Fuck yes. Just like that.” Ty moans as he grips my hair tight, the sting urging me on. I take in more of his dick and choke when it activates my gag reflex. “Holy fuck, that’s hot. Do that again,” Ty demands.
Opening wider, I lower myself on his dick and gag, keeping my mouth around his cock like he did me.
I fucking love the way he tastes. His precum leaks on my tongue, and I lap it up, wanting more. What will his cum taste like? Will it be salty and musky like his precum, or will it be a stronger flavor?
“Leo. Oh God. Yes. Oh my God. God, fuck. Yes. I’m close. So close. Leo, please.”
Doubling my efforts, I suck him harder and faster, using my hand to stroke up and down his dick. I bob on his shaft, wanting him to spray in my mouth and paint my throat with his seed.
It doesn’t take long for Ty to get there. His fingers dig deeper into my hair, guiding me up and down. His hips leave the rocking chair, and he fucks my mouth hard. “Do you want to swallow?”
I groan, hoping he realizes that’s a resounding fuck yes. Ty takes it for the answer it is and grunts loudly, his hot cum coating my tongue. I can’t swallow it all, some of his release leaking from the corners of my mouth, but I try my best.
Ty collapses in the chair, breathing heavily. When his dick drops from my mouth, I lean up and slant my lips over his, feeding him some of his release. Ty moans, his tongue greedily gliding around my mouth. He sucks my tongue, taking the last of his taste from me.
When I release his lips, Ty sighs, looking up at me with a sated expression. “That was … you sure you’ve never done that before?”
Chuckling, I grip the front of his shirt and kiss him one more time. “I’m sure. Is that you telling me I did a good job?”
“Fucking excellent job.” His smile is fucking gorgeous, lighting up his entire face.
When I’m standing, I hold my hand out and pull him out of the chair when he grasps it. “Let me get you cleaned up, and we can talk about this Kerry motherfucker.”
“Can I go home? Or do I have to stay here?” He doesn’t look afraid or like he’s trying to placate me with an orgasm. His eyes are clear and set, like he’s ready to take care of the man that raped his friend.
“You can go home.”
He stands on tiptoe and gives me a kiss. “I want to get some clothes. Then we can come back here. It’ll be easier if we work together where no one can overhear us. I have a lot of vacation days saved up. We can kill Michael while I use some of them.”
Ty is serious about this kill. I can’t wait for him to see me in action.