Chapter 36
THIRTY-SIX
BOSTON
Victor is driving as fast as he can back to my house.
I had to go out of town to collect our victim for the hunt, and I knew I’d need backup for this one.
Not only was the guy I was going after part of a motorcycle club, but I knew he never traveled alone.
So I needed Victor to help get him on his own or at least distract others while I did.
We didn’t even make it all the way there before I told him to turn around.
“Fuck!” I shout, transfixed on her image as I clutch my phone.
“Your wife is a badass,” Victor says, which momentarily draws my gaze to him.
He’s not wrong, she’s a complete and total fucking badass.
But I’m not impressed with how she’s handling herself.
I’ve seen her in action before, and it’s probably the hottest fucking thing I’ve ever witnessed, but I’ve never seen her take on two grown men and act like it’s something she does every day.
She doesn’t seem to care that she’s outnumbered two to one.
Though, she keeps glancing at the camera, as if she senses I’m watching her and trusts that I’m on my way.
I am.
I need to keep an eye on the situation so if anything goes wrong, I know exactly what to do and how to find her. But I’m hoping that with how fucking fast Victor is driving, we’ll be there sooner rather than later.
“Did she just…” Victor asks as my wife leans down and pulls the knife out of the man’s neck. She knows exactly what she’s doing. You should never pull the knife out of someone’s neck because the bleeding will increase, and I’m sure she knows that.
“I don’t even have on my killing heels,” she grumbles as she wipes the knife on her shirt and shakes her head.
The other guy, who has had his back to me the whole time, turns slightly, and I get a glimpse of his face.
I recognize him from years ago. Soren met with him because he’d wanted to join the Forsaken.
He was almost in until he fucked up.
So this must be payback.
Soren doesn’t recruit often, but when he does, he runs it through me to do a background check.
Barry is the guy’s name, and while he pretended to be a businessman, it seems he lived off a trust fund and liked to do things the Forsaken wouldn’t approve of, which is almost unheard of considering the things we do.
Which means what he was doing was worse than you can imagine.
He found out about us because his grandfather was once a member.
Usually that’s an automatic in with the society, but not always.
“You’re a crazy fucking bitch, and I’ll take great joy in killing you,” he says as he stalks toward her.
She steps around the guy who’s bleeding out on the floor until I can see her fully.
Barry raises the knife in his hand, and she gives him her best smile as he brings the blade down toward her.
She moves lightning fast, the blade just missing her, and then, just as he rears back to stab at her again, she kicks him in the balls.
He instantly drops the knife and clutches his possibly broken cock before falling to his knees.
Maven bends down toward him, and it looks like she whispers something in his ear before she picks up his knife and thrusts it into his neck.
She steps back, wiping her hands on her shirt, and watches him as he slumps to the floor.
She approaches the camera, applauding herself before blowing a kiss toward the device, where she assumes I’m watching.
“See you soon, husband. Don’t expect me to clean up this mess. You know it’s below my pay grade. Now I need to shower and fix my hair.” She brushes her hand over her blue locks as she saunters away.
“Do you really think you can deal with that? What if she stabs you one night while you’re sleeping? That woman’s more than a little crazy,” Victor says, but I can tell by his tone that he’s impressed by my wife.
“I can handle her,” I reply, smiling at the thought of her. “You can handle the bodies?”
“Yes. I have contacts here. I can take them somewhere and play with them.” I don’t bother asking what he means by “play with them” because I already know, and I don’t need the visual entering my fucking head.
A few minutes later, we’re pulling into my driveway.
I jump out of the car and rush to the front door, Victor close behind me.
We enter the house, and he stops at the bodies.
I glance at them briefly, noting their positions, before going straight to our bedroom to find her in the shower.
Blue dye runs down the drain as she scrubs her hair.
Her ass is pure perfection as she stands there wet and naked.
“Did you bring me a milkshake?” she asks, and I can’t help but laugh. “What? I thought we were going to try it.” Her gaze lowers to my crotch, and before I can think better of it, I’m naked and stepping in behind her.
“Another day,” I whisper, kissing her.