Chapter Five
“D amn it, Fish.”
Fisher tried not to laugh at the annoyance in Justice’s voice, but he couldn’t stifle the snicker.
It felt fucking good to laugh though, really good. He’d done more of that over the past few weeks than he’d done in a long fucking time and he had the hot blond hunk at his side to thank for that.
If someone would have asked him a few months ago if he’d be spending his nights in Justice’s bed and his days killing targets with the man at his side, Fisher would have called them fucking nuts.
Yet, here he was with Justice, taking out a mark by the name of Charles Watson. The guy was one of the FBI’s most wanted for being a family annihilator. The last house Watson had hit had been a family of five. Inside surveillance had captured the fucker killing two adults and three children.
These were the hits that Fisher enjoyed.
“You got those pics?”
“Most of them,” Justice said, sliding closer.
They were wedged between two buildings that sat across the street from Watson’s new address. The guy thought he could move to Chicago and disappear amongst the masses, but nobody escaped Erebus.
Erebus was a network of assassins that did jobs across the country but mostly worked in the West. They also had Genesis, a newly formed group of military assassins, who assisted when they needed information on a job such as this.
Stepping up behind him, Justice slipped an arm around his waist and pulled him back against his crotch.
“That’s gotta wait, big guy,” he whispered and wriggled.
“You’re killing me, Slim.” Justice made a low sound and nuzzled into the back of his neck where he’d tied his long hair back.
They’d only been this easy with each other for the past few weeks, so everything felt new.
His dick surged at the same time the mark came out of the house and locked the door.
“Well, shit. We can’t kill him out here.”
“We can wait for him to come back.” Justice ran one of his rough palms beneath the front of his shirt and caressed his abs.
“Shouldn’t we be inside when he comes back?” Fisher breathed.
“I want inside,” Justice’s hot breath caressed his ear.
“Fuck it,” Fisher hissed and spun around, yanking Justice further back into the shadows of the alley. He shoved the bigger man against a wall next to a garbage container.
Jerking down the assassin’s zipper, Fisher yanked up the bottom of his own hooded mask, dropped to his knees, and took the man’s cock in his mouth.
“Shhhhiiiit.” The drawn-out word was hissed quietly and both of the man’s hands caught his head.
Fisher smiled around the thick cock and tongued the slit before sliding his mouth down over, slicking Justice up good. Justice was all on board and surged forward, sending his cock farther down his throat. Fisher opened and gripped the back of the man’s thighs as his throat was fucked.
A door slammed somewhere down the alley and the distant sounds of cars passing came from the street, even though it was late. Voices shouting from a nearby apartment swept through the alley.
Justice groaned low and emptied his balls down his throat and Fisher swallowed everything the man had to give. Pulling off, Fisher jerked at his own zipper.
A few pulls and he’d be blowing his own load, but Justice yanked him around and shoved him against the wall before sinking down to suck him off. It didn’t take long with that hot wet mouth moving over his dick and Fisher grabbed onto Justice’s shoulders and released.
Slumping against the wall, he watched while Justice adjusted his own pants and then zipped both of them up.
“This is so bad.”
Justice tipped his head and caressed the side of his face with an open palm. And even though Fisher couldn’t feel it through the hooded mask, it still sent warmth swirling through his belly.
“Let’s get in there and get it done. I want to go home,” Justice said huskily.
“Agreed.”
It was twenty minutes later, and Justice shifted from where he stood. He’d taken up a position inside of Watson’s townhouse, leaning against the wall in the dark dining room.
He missed his dog, and traveling to Chicago with Axel had been on his mind, but because he now had a human partner, he’d opted out and left the dog at a boarding place he knew.
Fisher was tucked in an equally dark living room and Justice admired how Fisher could melt out of sight. He didn’t have that gift; he was too big to pull it off anyway.
They’d fallen into a pattern over the past few weeks that still amazed him.
He’d never really worked with a partner before. Sure, he’d done the whole Army Special Forces and worked as a medic for his unit, but that had been part of the job.
This right here with Fisher was a choice.
Justice had to admit he was fascinated by Fisher and he wanted to find out everything. It didn’t help that Fisher was wary.
And even though they spent most nights in bed together, Fisher remained elusive. Just out of his reach.
When he’d first joined Erebus, it had taken him months of scoping out Fisher just to be in the same vicinity.
Fisher was a runner when it came to people, so Justice had to be crafty and take his time.
Even after connecting for the past month, Fisher was still cautious.
The slender man moved like a jungle cat most of the time, with that dark, untrusting gaze. Fisher never shared much about his past and while Justice didn’t like it, he respected Fisher’s choice.
It had only been over the past several weeks that Fisher had given him a few genuine smiles.
For Justice, it had been a no-brainer choosing Fisher. When Savage had asked if any of the Erebus assassins wanted to pair up for certain jobs. Justice had been all in…but that was only if it was with Fisher.
When Fisher said yes to being his partner, Justice finally took a breath.
He’d thought for a while that he’d lost Fisher after the death of the former Erebus leader. But it had been the opposite. Rather than pull them apart, Solomon’s death had brought them closer in a strange way.
Fisher’s relief probably stemmed from knowing that the person who’d fucked up his childhood was dead. Justice didn’t know the details, but he’d heard enough bits of conversation that Fisher, Echo, and Rogue had all grown up together under terrifying conditions.
He only wished that Fisher would trust him enough to share.
Keys in the door sounded and the front door opened.
“Just throw your stuff anywhere,” Watson said to someone.
Well shit, the guy wasn’t alone. Justice got a quick look at a tall thin man walking in and closing the front door.
This changed things.
They didn’t kill innocent people. Not that the man entering the house with Watson looked innocent with his nice clothes and clean-shaven face, but he would never judge a book by its cover.
He’d paid that price once and rubbed a hand over a scar on his lower side.
Justice wanted to pop both men and be done with it, but he held his position. When the lights in the living room flipped on, relief swept through him to find that Fisher had disappeared. The man was a fucking master at that.
“So, when do we hit the next house, man? I can’t fucking wait, last time was a rush.”
“What was, the parents or the brats?”
“Both,” the man laughed.
So, Watson had a partner. The FBI didn’t even know about that. Maybe the guy was new?
“We’ll do it in a few days. I found this sweet family of three,” Watson told the guy.
“Where do you want me?” a female voice asked.
Somehow, a woman had slipped in without his noticing.
Crap . This was going to hell quickly.
“Naked,” Watson ordered.
A tall, scantily clad woman sauntered from where she had been leaning by the front door. As she moved, she unzipped her mini-skirt. It fell to the floor, leaving her in string panties and thigh-high stockings. Her top was a barely there strapless number.
Fisher appeared at his side and they held gazes for a moment. Lifting his hand, Fisher put up three fingers and then did the countdown.
Justice knew the drill. Count down to one and then launch a full attack. The hooker would be spared. It wasn’t her fault she chose a couple of killers.
The finger went down and Fisher blew him a kiss before launching out and pulling a pair of short swords.
He’d never seen anything like those blades until Fisher showed up wearing them a month ago. The man was pure poetry when using them and Justice could have watched for hours.
The newcomer didn’t see Fisher coming, but Watson did.
Justice stepped out and fired.
Snick.
Watson dodged. The bullet hit the fucker in the shoulder. The hooker screamed.
Fisher sliced up the newcomer’s chest and then across the man’s throat. Justice launched after Watson, who dove into the kitchen.
Snick.
Snick.
Bullets punched holes in the walls. Entering the kitchen, Justice continued to fire. A bullet hit the counter, spraying Formica and wood chips through the room.
His second bullet ended in Watson’s head. He walked over and tossed the pictures of the victims on Watson’s chest.
BANG!
Fuck!
Justice whirled and ran back to the entrance of the dark living room.
“Fish!” he hissed.
No answer sent a chill up his spine and he ducked low and rolled into the room to take cover behind the arm of the sofa.
The hooker had her gun drawn.
Had she shot Fisher? He couldn’t tell. Fisher was squatting next to a glass wall unit.
Damn it! He’d told Fisher a hundred times to bring a backup weapon along with those swords.
The hooker took a step closer and aimed the gun at Fisher.
Snick.
Justice blew off the bitch’s head before she could pull the trigger. Racing across the room, he yanked Fisher up to his feet and shoved him toward the back of the house. Reaching their planned exit, they eased out into the noisy darkness and Justice shut the door before he grabbed Fisher’s hand and raced across the backyard and into the neighboring alley.
Adrenaline would keep Fisher on his feet until Justice could find a safe place to assess the damage. It was another dark alley before Justice finally stopped and pulled Fisher around.
Fisher felt the man’s hands shaking as they swept over him, yanking at his clothes and feeling down his arms. Justice crouched in front of him, running his hands down his legs.
“Where did she hit you?” Pure panic filled the big former soldier’s voice and Fisher reached down to yank Justice up.
He crowded in close. The heart beneath his cheek was racing and Justice was panting.
“She missed.”
“Fuck.” The word came out strangled from Justice.
Fisher’s own heart was pounding. She’d missed him by a fucking hair. He’d been so focused on cutting up the asshole in front of him, he’d completely missed when she’d pulled a gun.
They stood hugging for a long fucking time and Fisher was okay with it. They’d eventually call in the cleaners to take care of the site and make their way back West, but for a few more seconds, they could take this moment in time.
His arms squeezed Justice tighter and the man cradled him closer as if recharging.
Right then, they both needed this.