Dead Drop (The Guild, #2)

by Tate James

Damn. Here I was holding out hope that it was a sex kink. Guess weapons during sex was just Kai’s thing. “That’s unfortunate,” I replied, assessing my next move. Leon was a tech bunny, a hacker. He couldn’t take me on now that I was awake, surely. “I’d probably prefer not to get murdered right after sex, but maybe that’s just a me thing.”

I ran a hand over my face in horror. Not at the situation, though it was unbelievable at best, but at my own shocking choice in men. Seriously? First Kai who was honey trapping me right back, and now Leon who apparently harbored secret murder tendencies? Fuck me, I needed professional help. Or a better vibrator.

Oh yeah. I was coming for her… No way in hell was I walking away from a woman who was clearly my soul mate. We were fucking fated.

Unsolicited dick pics in general were never sexy, but this? This was no mere dick pic. This was a work of art.

I swallowed hard. I wanted to know everything about Stanley. I wanted him dead. How dare he elicit such loyalty and adoration from my DeLuna? He had to go. She was mine and I would not share.

3982: You’re a psychopath, Bunny. 6279: No, I’m a sociopath, mon cœur. I’m your sociopath. Never forget it.

My only logical explanation was that my greedy cunt was exerting her power over my mind, and slowing my reflexes. She didn’t want to fight Kai off. Not really. So she was making it easy on him. Stupid fucking vaginas with minds of their own.

No man owned me. I was my own woman, and that’d never change, no matter how hot I found the charade.

“I hate the way you smile when you think about him, Siren. It makes me want to burn the whole fucking world down just to wipe him off the face of it. That smile is mine, and mine alone. It’s about fucking time you understood what that means.”

He flipped his camera back to his face and smiled. “I’ll call you when my flight lands, regardless of whether I have a lead. I’m addicted to the sound of your voice.” “Among other things,” I chuckled. “Stay safe, Bunny.” “De beaux rêves, mon amour.”

That motherfucker thought he could sneak off in the middle of the night, no calls, no texts, then show up and have the audacity to be hurt and offended that I’m screwing Leon. Nah, fuck that noise. He needed a lesson in who was in charge around here.