Page 9 of Mine to Keep (Bloody Desires #10)

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“This is Skylar,” he said into his phone, knowing only one person had this number.

The Director of The Void.

“Skylar, we have an asset that needs to be retired. Contract is for two mil. Once the assignment is complete, we want proof of death. His head separated from his body. Photo proof.”

“Who?” Skylar asked, already thinking of how to spend that money.

He and his wife, Martha, his partner in all things, bought a private island so they could vacation there between jobs.

With the two of them working as hitmen, they brought in more than enough income to sustain them both.

Neither wanted children, so they were content to spend lavishly on themselves.

“Viper,” The Director said.

Skylar’s eyebrows shot up. Viper was the first in their segment of hitmen at The Void. Their entire branch was made because of him. Who wanted him dead badly enough that The Director accepted the contract? Two million dollars was their cut; how much was the contract for initially?

“Viper?” he repeated to make sure he’d heard correctly.

“You heard me. Proof of death. Head separated from his body.”

“Who took out the contract?”

“No one. The asset has been compromised. He needs to be put down and I need proof of death. Head?—”

“Separated from his body. Done.”

The line went dead, and Skylar tossed his phone on the mattress. Seconds later, an alert sounded on his phone. The contract for Viper from The Void, as well as half the fee.

One. Million. Dollars.

It was weird to see a contract on someone from his agency, but Skylar didn’t ask questions. He had half the fee for the job, so anything else didn’t matter. Money was all that mattered while he was on this mortal plane.

Viper, or Knox Pierce as his cover ID reflected, was a thirty-five-year-old man that worked for The Void for ten years. Over one hundred and fifty kills under his belt, only one slip-up, and that was recently, with a job in Arizona. A decade with almost no incidents.

Skylar and Martha would put an end to that.

After reviewing all the information on Viper—the upcoming job he has outside of Toronto, his weapons of choice, and even his favorite foods—he made his way to the bathroom where his wife is just exiting the shower.

He leaned against the door jamb, looking at her like it’s the first time he’d seen her naked.

Pale, creamy skin slightly flushed from the shower, firm tits, and a tight ass are a feast for his eyes that he’d never get tired of looking at.

She caught him looking at her and smiled widely, giving him a show as she bent to towel off her feet and lower legs. She made a point of angling her ass to Skylar, her trimmed pussy on display. His cock grew as he thought about sinking into her.

“Who was on the phone?” she asked as she glanced over her shoulder.

“The Director,” he answered distractedly as he rubbed his cock through his pajama pants. “We got a job in Canada.”

Martha pouted, running the towel between her legs in a way that made Skylar’s mouth water. “We were supposed to go to Antigua this weekend. Remember?”

“I remember. But this job is big. Two mil. It’ll be enough for our island so we can start the construction of our villa. You want that, right?”

After drying off, Martha walked over to the sink and grabbed her moisturizer to rub on her bare skin. “We have enough to start construction on the villa. You should have told him no. There are others they could hire for the job.”

“It’s Viper,” Skylar informed her, crossing his arms over his chest, watching as her strong, sexy hands rub against her flesh.

With a gasp, Martha turned to him. “Really? Why?”

“Didn’t ask. I just know there aren’t many people that can match his skills. No one but us.”

Martha shook her head, leaning back against the counter. “I don’t want to do it, Skylar. We just came off a job.”

Skylar stepped closer to Martha, boxing her in against the counter. “Don’t worry. It’ll all go smoothly and we’ll be two million dollars richer. I have a plan, so we’ll be in and out before you even notice the jet lag.”

Martha sighed but threaded her arms around his neck. “You’ll owe me a vacation when we get back.”

Smiling at her, Skylar leaned in for a quick kiss. “I’ll take you wherever you want to go. Antigua, Aruba, Barbados. Anywhere.”

“Why stop at one when you can take me to all three?”

After a long deep kiss that found his hand trailing between her legs, massaging her clit just how she liked, Skylar said, “All three it is. Anything else?”

Moaning at his touch, Martha leaned back, chest heaving with ecstasy. “Make me come. Then you can tell me your plans for Viper.”

“I can do that,” Skylar said, dropping down to his knees to finish what he’d started.