Chapter 22
CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
ANITA
It sucked when good people had to learn the shitty way of the world. Beckett was definitely one of the good ones even if I was still pissed with him for not listening to me about Mason.
Seven years was a long time to hold a grudge, and it was obvious my body didn't give a shit what my mind thought.
I followed Beckett out of the cell. Alexander could wait. It wasn't like he was going anywhere. Unlike Mason, Alexander was good as dead. It was just a matter of how long I dragged out his sentence.
"Is there a place we can talk?" Beckett stopped in his tracks and spun around to ask.
"If you want privacy, my place is best."
"Which one?"
I pointed to the small building to the right of the common area. This time Beckett followed me down the walkway and to the front door. I used my palm print to gain access.
"What, no key?" Beckett joked.
"This is safer." I didn't go into the lengths at which my team and I went through to keep our lives personal. The palm print was just one of the many security precautions we had in place.
"I'm glad to see my assumptions about your living quarters was right."
I glanced around the open floor plan through the eyes of someone else. The best way I could describe it was a bachelor pad but for a female. I didn't give a shit about interior decorating. Dark, moody tones were more my style, and they were part of every small inch throughout the space.
"I don't believe in frills."
"Or furniture, it seems."
I crossed my arms over my chest and widened my stance. "Did you ask for privacy to judge my living situation."
"Not at all. It was just an observation." He took two steps in my direction. "I asked for privacy because I wanted to tell you first, I'm going to resign from the FBI."
"Like hell you are." I heard what he said before we went in to talk to Alexander, but there was no way I was letting him quit because of one asshole deputy director. "If you quit, that means they won."
"If I quit, it means I can help people without the bureaucratic red tape. Kinda how your team does."
"What exactly is it you think my team does?" I doubted he fully understood the lengths my team went to, to accomplish our missions.
"Eliminate criminals and save innocents." He sounded so proud. If only he knew the rest.
"Sure, that's part of it but only a small chunk."
Beckett moved closer. The same way he had at his house. Instead of being intimidated, he was tackling this head-on.
"So tell me the rest."
I was considering telling him everything just to scare him away. Did I worry he would turn us in to his boss? Not a chance. Would I have Hawk monitor him anyway just in case? Absolutely. My team was protected.
I couldn't say the same for myself. I wouldn't go as far as saying my heart was involved because that damn thing was colder than the Arctic. My libido would take a hit though. After the kiss we shared, my body wanted to see what other things he could make me feel.
"Come on, Anita. You can tell me. It won't change anything."
We would see about that. "You want me to admit I'm a killer?
That I'm paid to kill people? Fine, I'll admit it.
I'm an assassin in every sense of the word.
I kill assholes. I torture them. I take satisfaction in ending their lives.
I'm the opposite of good. I. AM. A. MURDERER.
" I punctuated the words in hopes that they sank it. "Happy now?"
"Yes." Beckett smiled. Legit fucking smiled. "And it doesn't change a damn thing."
"It changes everything. You're a fucking FBI special agent. And I'm an assassin. In no world does that work."
"Former special agent. I told you I'm quitting my job."
"No, you're not. You're not letting Deputy Dickhead win."
"Deputy Dickhead?" Beckett smirked.
I waved him off. "His name or job title isn't important because he's an asshole. He doesn't deserve respect."
"Fair enough."
"You can't quit."
"Give me one good reason." Beckett crossed his arms over his chest. His magnificently chiseled and unfortunately shirt-covered chest.
"Because you need to take him down. Right now, if you leave, he wins. Find a way to take him down."
"And after I do that?"
I fought hard against telling him to run. To run far away from me because I knew he wouldn't listen, and I wasn't the kind of person who beat a dead horse.
"Then you're free to do whatever the hell you want."
"Is that an eye roll I detect in your voice?" He stepped into my space.
"I don't bother eye rolling. It's a female thing to do."
"You realize you're a female, right?"
Like I needed the damn reminder. My victims loved to throw that in my face, but it was fine. They usually did it right before I kicked their ass and left them eating their words.
"Are you trying to piss me off?"
Beckett smirked. "I'm going to enjoy fucking that attitude right out of you."
Fuckity fuck, why did that have to set me off? I liked his words way too damn much. It was too bad my pride wouldn't let me just roll over and take it.
"You really think you can handle me?"
He cut off the very little space that was between us and whispered against my temple, "I know so."
I didn't have the chance to say more. Beckett spun me around and pushed my back down so I was bent over the one small chair in my living area.
"Fuck, I love the way your ass looks in these cargo pants." He had the button undone and the zipper down before the words finished falling from his mouth. His hand slipped into my pants. "Commando again," he growled as his palm cupped my pussy.
It was slightly embarrassing how wet I was for him. The man didn't even need to do much, and I was ready to climb him like a damn tree.
I bit my lip and held back a groan when his finger slid through my slit.
"Don't you dare hold back. I want you screaming my name while I pleasure you."
I wasn't sure I could do that. I wasn't a screamer. No man ever made me lose myself enough.
Beckett might change that though.
I whimpered when his finger left me. I felt empty even though it had only been a few seconds. I didn't have to wonder long what he planned to do because Beckett was tearing my pants down my legs and tapping the one so I could step out of it.
"I plan to fuck you so hard you'll only ever remember me."
I didn't bother telling him that wouldn't be a hard feat. None of my former sex partners were remarkable enough for me to remember them.
"Less talk, more fucking."
His response was to bite my ass cheek. I yelped and tried to slither away, but his hand kept me firmly in place. "Don't move."
Surprisingly my body listened to his command. I listened to the sound of the zipper teeth separating and then the crinkle of a foil packet. With each new sound, my anticipation skyrocketed. I wanted desperately to feel him inside me.
Beckett didn't disappoint. He also didn't give my body time to adjust. He arched my hips and slammed inside me in one smooth move.
The loud moan that fell from my lips was proof he was different. He did what no man before him ever could.
He made me feel. He gave me pleasure I didn't even know existed. And when he picked me up so that my feet circled back to hook his knees, he fucked me in a way that hit differently.
My back arched, my ass stuck up in the air. I was sure I looked like some backward twisted pretzel, but I didn't care. Beckett was hitting the spot no one before him could find.
"Beckett!" I screamed his name proudly. I made sure he knew the pleasure he gave me was appreciated. And when it was time for me to fall off the cliff, I didn't bother fighting it. I jumped headfirst, knowing I was safe with him.
"Fuck!" His movements grew choppier. He was chasing his own release and dragging mine out with it.
When his cock finally jerked inside me and my name was nothing but a roar, I was so spent I dropped my head on the cushion with a thunk.
I barely registered the soft kiss he laid on my temple.
It was a complete contrast to the way he made me feel.
I didn't pay him any attention when he slipped out of me and headed toward the bathroom.
It wasn't until the faucet turned on that I found the tiniest bit of energy to push myself up and grab my pants.
One leg was still on. I plopped my ass on the cushion and worked to get the other one on. I wasn't ashamed to admit my legs were Jell-O, and if I stood up, I would fall on my ass.
It didn't last long though. Beckett's next words gave me the energy boost I needed.
"I want to be there when you finish Alexander off."