Chapter 26
Koen
Greer is nude on her couch, her legs wide, her hand spreading her pussy.
I'm patting myself on the back for the job well done with the camera install, because I have multiple angles to watch from.
That’s a girl. Close your eyes and fuck yourself. Show me you miss me.
I realize that after her eyes are closed, it was the wrong move because she can't read my texts. I could always use the camera speakers, but I risk her finding and disabling them.
After all, my girl won't be intoxicated forever. She'll rouse tomorrow and realize what she did, that she once again came for a murderer, with an entirely new perspective on tonight and what she allowed to happen.
Sean wiggles on the slab I have him tied to in the abandoned meat plant of Route 46, his screams muffled by the gag in his mouth.
The giddiness of the kill I’m about to make moves through me, causing my flesh to tighten in anticipation.
Flicking my eyes toward the man that I hope will give me a lead into the Nameless Collective, I move out of the room.
I click into the camera’s microphone as Greer arches her back, her hand moving faster.
“Pretend it’s me. That it’s my cock fucking you,” I say through the camera.
Her gasp has a grin curling my lips up. She stops and stands, covering herself as she looks around.
“Now isn’t the time to be shy,” I taunt.
“Koen?” she asks, her voice shaky.
I can pretend all I like that her knowing and saying my name does nothing to me, but I’d be a fucking liar.
My eyes close, a thrum of energy causing me to shiver against it, before I look back at my deadly girl on my phone screen.
“Sit back down.”
Her searching eyes find my camera for a moment before traveling away.
Hesitantly, she listens.
“Now, where were we?” I coo, my voice deepening.
“Well, I—” she starts, and I growl into the phone.
“You interrupted me on a job, poison. You wanted my fucking attention, and now you have it. Now, sink your fingers inside that pretty cunt of yours and scream my fucking name when you come.”
“On a job?” she breathes, sliding her hand back where I’ve ordered her to. Even while she sinks her fingers inside herself again, she’s questioning everything. “You’re killing someone? Right now?” Her meek voice quakes.
My eyes narrow, my head cocking as I watch her expression for tells. “Does that get you off, G? Does it make you wet knowing I’m about to be covered in another man’s blood?”
She doesn’t answer, but her hand’s motions speed up, and her breathing grows heavy.
She can’t admit how she feels yet, and that’s fine.
Neither can I.
“Harder. You know I fuck harder than that. You’re pretending those fingers are me, remember?”
She nods frantically, sliding down the couch and widening her stance for leverage as her fingers angle and fuck her pussy harder.
Her cry draws Bear from the bedroom, and he walks into frame from the left, only to huff at her and leave the room.
“Harder!” I grind out, my hand itching to release some of the tension in my throbbing cock that pushes against the inside of my jeans.
She’ll pay for this later.
“How are you free?” she whines, still questioning, trying to get to know the man she never will.
I can’t tell her shit.
They’re already watching me like a hawk. To give her any information would be to sign my own death warrant.
“Use your other hand to pinch your nipple. Give my deadly girl the pain she desperately needs,” I order, ignoring her question.
She listens without an ounce of hesitation this time.
I hiss as I watch her.
Fuck, she’s too good.
I know she’s confused by being home after being with me. Like, I know this will fade, and she’ll go back to being afraid of me.
Far be it from me not to take advantage until that happens, though.
Her moans are quickening, her body writhing on her hand, and I can nearly smell the sex coming off her sweaty skin.
“You scream my name when you come. Because you belong to me.”
She doesn’t reply.
“Say it!”
“I-I belong t-to you,” she stammers out, likely hating herself for the drunken admission.
She shatters.
“Koen!”
I lean against the concrete wall before me, my hand capturing me as my knees buckle, watching her ride out the final waves of her orgasm.
Before I can overthink the screaming man in the other room, I free my cock and jack it.
It doesn’t take long before I’m coming, ropes of release spurting onto the wall before sliding down.
I’ve all but forgotten Greer in her living room when her voice comes through the phone.
“Koen?”
Anger washes through me at what just happened. Helms might be right. I’m too fucking deep with her to focus.
“Go to bed, poison. You’ve done enough damage tonight.”
Her head hangs in shame as she gathers her clothes and heads toward the bedroom.
I close my phone and stuff my dick back in my pants, looking at the ends of Greer’s possession as it dries stickily to the wall.
If I don’t get a handle on myself, everything I’ve worked for could go up in flames.
Walking back into the other room, I shove my phone in my back pocket, palming my gun as I cock it, aiming right at Sean as he whimpers louder, his wiggling that had ceased resuming.
When I get close to him, I press the gun to his forehead, removing his gag, which only fills the room with his demands to be set free.
“Please, man. I’ll do anything! Don’t kill me!”
“That’s what I like to hear.” I grin.
Joe walks into the room as I stand, looking down at Sean, whose lifeless eyes stare into oblivion above him.
“What do you think he sees now?” I ask Joe.
“Fuck man, I don’t know. Why you gotta cut them up like that?”
I shrug. “Calms me down.”
“You don’t look calm. Didn’t Helms tell you no extracurricular shit?”
“I’m not going to take him anywhere. The cleaners are on their way.”
He sighs as blood drips from my knife to the floor. “Did he give you anything?”
“A name. I don’t know what it means yet, though. I’ll look into it when I’m home.”
Joe looks away from Sean as if it pains him to see one of the city’s finest citizens sliced to smithereens. Turning, he walks toward the exit of the building. “Get out of here before the crew comes. I’ll handle them. And for fuck’s sake, don’t let anyone see you.”
My eyes flick to the dark beyond the windows above the exit. Dawn is approaching.
“I won’t.”
I leave covered in Sean’s blood, reeking of the stuff, which only makes me more feral.
He gave me more than just a name, but what he told me didn’t make any sense.
I’m not giving Joe or Helms shit until I figure out what the fuck is going on.
They should know better than anyone; I trust no one.
I’m so keyed up from earlier with Greer that I don’t go straight home. I go to her place, letting myself in with the key I’ve already copied from hers.
Bear pays me no mind as he lifts his head from his bed.
She’s sleeping deeply, thanks to the ten vodka tonics she had before falling into bed.
I linger over her bed momentarily as anger swirls inside me at her audacity.
She’s the reason I’m covered in blood tonight. She’s the reason I’m crazed.
I lied when I told her I’d snuck in and come in her mouth while she slept, but the idea that I was inside of her while she was working, while she was unaware, did something to me.
Something dark and deranged.
Before I know what I’m doing, I march into the kitchen, rip open the fridge, and palm her favorite bottle of coffee creamer. The one she never goes a day without drinking.
Uncapping it, I take the bottle with me, leaving the cap behind on the counter.
I shut Bear out of the room when I walk back inside.
She’s nude on the bed, lying on her back. Her hand rests on her inner thigh, so close to where I watched her come with my name on her lips hours earlier.
“Fucking menace,” I mutter as I choke my hand around the creamer bottle’s neck, freeing my cock with the other.
Jacking it, I realize how close I was to coming this whole time, just by being near her, with the scent of fresh blood on my skin.
I’m so fucking alive tonight.
Stroking faster, longer, I moan, uncaring if she wakes up and catches me.
“Fuck, look what you do to me, poison,” I groan, jacking harder and harder.
Soon, I’m coming unglued, angling the head of my cock toward the opening of the bottle and spilling my nut inside.
I make sure to express every drop, shuddering through the final moments of orgasm.
I smile at her as I get myself back in my pants.
“Now, I’ll always be with you,” I tell her, brushing hair off her face with the hand I just made myself come with, thumbing over her pouty lip.
Moving out of the room, I recap the creamer and shake, mixing my essence into the sweet cream vanilla garbage, then place it back in the fridge.
I slam the door and look down at Bear.
He looks back at me as if he knows what I just did, judgment painted all over his face.
“She had it coming,” I argue.
He chuffs before turning and walking back into the bedroom.
Good thing he can’t speak, I think he’d warn her.
After I got home, I showered, then settled into my computer chair, my fingers moving over keys as fast as they could to verify Sean’s intel.
Some of it is hard to access because it’s on government servers, but the firewalls will eventually let me through.
My phone rings, and I flick my eyes down.
Chase.
I answer it, putting it on speakerphone so I can continue working. “Hey, man. What’s up?”
“Remember that guy you wanted me to look into?”
“Helms? Yeah. What you got?”
“Nothing.”
That stops my fingers on the keyboard. “What?”
“Helms is a nobody. Doesn’t exist. I can’t even find a record of him with any of the government agencies.”
It’s not unheard of for some of our agents to operate in the black. I’m one of them.
But for Helms to have risen to power without a trace is odd.
“He’s your boss, right?”
“Yes. In a way.”
He chuckles. “No one or nothing controls Koen Grady still, huh?”
I smirk despite trying not to. Chase and I have been friends since our time in Iraq. We were both in the same unit. I came back and was picked up by a government company off the books, and he went in another direction entirely, due to his injury.
I pay him handsomely for his hacking skills, and I’m sure others do, as well.
The squeak of his wheelchair comes through the phone. “Listen, I don’t know what you’re working on, but I don’t think you should be doing it alone.”
“I’m not. I’ve got you.”
“I meant physical backup, man. Don’t play stupid.”
“I work alone. You know that.”
“And you know I’ll always try to talk sense into you.”
“I know. I’ll be careful,” I promise.
Both of us know it’s a lie.
“Good,” he still says.
“Listen, if something happens to me—”
He cuts me off, “Don’t fucking go there.”
“Shut up and listen to me! If something happens to me, there’s someone I want you to watch over.”
This has him silent for a beat. “I owe you my life, brother. You know I’ll handle anything you need me to.”
My eyes close, the faint reminder of the life I led before flashing behind my lids, before I snap them open again. “Her name is Greer Allen.”
“Her?!” he tosses back. “Shit, man. What’ve you gotten yourself into?”