Chapter 29
SAXON
Who the fuck are these guys? Finn stands proudly in the doorway of our new office with a smile of pure satisfaction.
Standing beside him is a tall man with tattoos covering every available inch of skin all the way up the sides of his scalp.
His dark hair is styled to perfection—even Ryan Reynolds would drool from how handsome this man is.
Beside him stands a slightly taller man with a buzzed haircut who’s equally covered in tattoos.
I make a mental note to write down their tattoo artist because the work I can see is stunning.
Both men are wearing black long-sleeves and dark jeans, resembling soldiers in the way they hold themselves.
“This is Saint, Saxon, and Skylar.” Finn points at each of us before going back to his “friends” and doing the same.
The buzzed-haired guy is Dean, and the other is Everett.
Saint stands and shakes both their hands, while I give them a nod.
Sky shocks me and stands, making her way around the desk and holding out her hand to shake as well.
“Nice to meet you both,” she says in her sweet, polite voice that has my cock twitching.
“It’s nice to meet you as well. Sky, is it? Beautiful name,” Everett says, and I notice his British accent right away. How the fuck does Finn know these guys? I stand and usher them to come inside, when I’m thrown off by a third man that comes up behind them all.
“This is Colson,” Dean says as he steps sideways, allowing their friend with long blond hair to come forward.
“Right, sorry, mate. I had to use the toilet. Long flight.” He extends his hand and shakes each of ours.
I look at Saint and indicate for him to shut the door, the office suddenly feeling too small for the seven of us.
I grab Sky’s hand and usher her back to sit in the chair, while Saint and Finn stand along the side of the wall, allowing Everett to take a seat.
Colson and Dean stand, one on either side of the doorway.
“Well, this room just got a whole lot more tense,” Sky says from where she sits behind the desk, and I couldn’t agree more. As much as I trust Finn, I don’t trust these men, whoever the fuck they are.
“Allow me.” Everett breaks the awkward tension that’s fast becoming uncomfortable.
“Our friend Finn here informed us that you may have had eyes on a man we’ve been tracking down—for quite some time, might I add.
He goes by the name Riggs. However, his real name is Reginald Oswald.
A man that our company has deemed number two on their list of most wanted men.
” I cross my arms in front of my chest and look towards Finn.
“Tell me, Finn, how did you and these gentlemen come to know each other?” I can’t focus on anything else besides this questionable friendship. I can’t allow these men to be involved in any of our business if that means it will jeopardize the safety of those I love most.
“Xbox Live. These three are fucking brutal at Call of Duty,” he says without the slightest bit of concern in his tone.
“Xbox?”
“As crazy as that sounds, he’s right. He’s been on our team for what? Three years now?” Colson, the blond-haired guy, chimes in from beside the door. I glance at Saint, the pair of us utterly speechless.
“Listen, mate. We’re only here for business.
We mean no disrespect and bring no harm to the locals.
We only came for Riggs,” Everett says, bringing my attention back to him.
He’s hooked his ankle across his knee, his arms resting on both sides of the chair.
He appears calm and not fazed in the slightest.
“What is it that you do?” I ask, needing some more clarification on the three strangers.
“We are part of an organization that makes certain bad people disappear, if you will.”
“So, you’re assassins?” Sky asks from beside me.
“No,” Dean, the tall grumpy one, says quickly in such a harsh tone that it makes my blood boil.
“Watch your tone,” I say to him, but the brute just stares at me with a deep scowl across his face.
“Dean,” Everett says. Just his name, and that’s all it takes for him to look away from me. That’s right, good dog.
“We don’t like to be referred to as assassins.
Assassins kill people no matter who they are, good or bad.
They kill whomever they’re tasked to because they receive payment.
We, on the other hand, use our skills to eliminate the worst type of humans.
We are the good guys who remove the bad guys,” Everett explains.
His eyes remain on her the whole time he speaks.
“That’s honorable,” she responds. Then she looks at me when she speaks again. “Kind of like what I do.” I hold her gaze, her hazel-caramel eyes holding so much honesty and truth that I reach out and place my hand on her shoulder.
“How did you know they were looking for Riggs?” Saint asks Finn. It’s the question I, too, have been waiting to ask. All eyes shift to Finn.
“The internet is an extremely informative place.” So cryptic, yet so true. With Finn’s technology expertise, I don’t doubt one bit that he knows a lot more than any of us. He’s a catalog of information, only searching through and removing pieces when he needs to.
“There’s no hiding the fact that a man named Riggs is wanted by The National Crime Agency. Once we saw he was here, I knew right away these guys were the ones to call. Am I right, gentleman?”
“We’re the ones who are called when they want it done quietly,” Dean says from the door.
“If you all are some James Bond group, why are you here telling us all this? Shouldn’t you be the men in the shadows or some shit like that?” The three men simultaneously smirk, and I feel as though I missed an inside joke.
“You and I both know telling your club any information about our jobs is not going to be reported to the authorities. Just like we know about your club and will keep that information to ourselves as well.” The room falls quiet for a long moment, the uncertainty of whom to trust lingering.
However, we all want people wiped from this planet, and with that kind of task, we can use all the hands we can get.
“Right, let’s get to work.”
For the next couple hours, we go through the timeline and activities of the three men who’ve been seen entering the club and keeping tabs on Sky.
It’s decided that Everett, Dean, and Colson will be attending tonight’s celebration at the club in case the men show up again.
Everyone will be wearing surveillance earpieces throughout the night to maintain communication.
After the plans have been set and Owen and Brooks show up to meet the new guys, everyone is dismissed to prepare for tonight. Saint, Sky, and I are left in the office as everyone filters out. I visibly see the tension fall from her shoulders the moment the door closes.
“You alright, tesoro?” I ask, cupping her face with my hands and tilting her face towards mine.
“Yeah, it’s just a lot all at once.” I pull her into my arms, threading my fingers through her hair as she nuzzles her face into my chest.
“I’ll see you in a bit, Sax. I have some things to take care of.” I nod at my best friend as he leaves the office, closing the door behind him. The sound of an alarm goes off from Sky’s pocket as she quickly pulls out her phone. I look down to see she has an alarm set to take a shower before work.
“I’ll be back down in a minute. I have to shower before my shift starts.” She disentangles herself from my arms, but before she sidesteps around me, I grab her hand.
“We have a shower to take, tesoro.” And the pair of us make our way to her apartment. My cock already hardening at the idea.