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That brought both assassins’ attention from each other back to their boss.
“No.”
“We need to talk about your last job.” Solomon frowned.
“No.” Echo glared, his voice cold.
“We can handle it,” Ice said, bringing Solomon’s attention back to him.
“If this job isn’t done right, you’re out of Erebus,” Solomon said, squeezing his hands into fists. “And I’ll be the one to do it.”
Ice smirked, noticing that Solomon hadn’t included Echo with that comment.
Handing cell phones and IDs to Solomon, they both walked away.
Ice caught up to Echo just outside of the warehouse. Grit got up from where he was waiting and galloped over to them. The pup was seven months old and huge for his age. He’d grown into the size of his paws. Although still young, Grit was highly trained and listened to him without launching into puppy mode. It had taken a lot of patience and twenty-four/seven repetition, but Ice hadn’t minded. He knew the more Grit learned and understood, the safer the dog would be in the field.
“What now?” Echo spun on him with a glare.
Ice shoved Echo back against the stucco and when Echo went to reach for a knife, Ice snatched the man’s hand and planted it against the building by his head.
“You’re asking for death.”
Ice smirked, he was a mere few inches from Echo, and the man’s chest lifted and fell.
“I’ve been courting death for years.”
“Who the fuck says words like that?” Echo scoffed. “Courting.”
“I’d like to court you,” Ice said, his eyes dropping down to Echo’s lips and at the same time, he snatched the man’s other wrist and knocked it against the building. This hand had a dagger in it as well and Ice would bet money that Echo would have stabbed him if he hadn’t anticipated the assassin.
Grit bared his teeth with a low rumble, but the dog would hold his position unless told otherwise. That had been one lesson that was now embedded in the pup’s head.
“Are you trying to get my attention?” Ice murmured, dropping his eyes to Echo’s lips.
“Get the fuck off me.” Echo twisted his wrist and dropped one of the daggers. It clanked to the ground and he managed to get his wrist free from Ice’s grip and shove against the man’s shoulder. Ice didn’t budge. Okay, so hand-to-hand combat wasn’t Echo’s thing, but he was going to gut this fucker the moment he had a chance. He gazed up into icy blue eyes. “What the hell do you want?”
Ice didn’t answer him. Instead, the man lunged in and pressed his mouth to his lips and kissed him like there was no tomorrow.
Startled, all Echo could do was blink in surprise and his lips parted. The kiss turned achingly hot, and the crazy thing was that he wanted to kiss Ice back. Panicking, he shoved again and managed to get his other hand free and used the side of his clenched fist around the blade and his other hand to shove Ice hard. The man stumbled back gazing at him, pupils blown, breathing hard.
“You fuck!”
Ice touched his lips and Echo was reminded of the feel against his.
“I’ll be seeing you, Echo,” Ice whispered and sauntered across the parking lot with his dog on his heels.
Echo wanted to throw a blade between the asshole’s shoulder blades. He wanted to slice him open and make him bleed.
Next time, he vowed! Next time, he would.
He turned away, his lips tingling, and hauled ass to his nondescript vehicle.
Watching Echo now on the yacht, Ice wanted another kiss, but he had a feeling that would cost him. He settled deeper into his spot and when Echo glanced up, Ice gave him a small wave. Although he couldn’t see Echo’s face, he could imagine the grimace and glare the assassin aimed at him.
“Asshole.” Echo clenched his jaw and turned away from the smug bastard. The sniper was all set for fuck knows what because using a rifle on a yacht was all kinds of stupid.
Whatever floats your boat, Echo thought. He preferred to kill from up close and personal.
