Page 21 of Trigger Happy Ending

“Can you two fuck off? Preferably somewhere away from me? Some of us want to fly without being subjected to the cringefest that is you two.”

There’s no sound but the hypnotic hum of the aircraft. Soren’s lips curve, slow and wicked. I’ve taken the bait, and I know it. The blonde’s eyes dart between us. She stands, clearing her throat and smoothing her skirt.

“I’ll be in the back if you need me,” she says to Soren only, her nails trailing his jaw before she walks off.

Lame.

When I look back towards Soren, he’s already watching me, amusement splayed across his face. He can smell blood in the water.

I narrow my eyes. “What?”

He blinks, slow. “What?”

“You’re the one staring at me.”

“You’re so vicious. I don’t think I’ve ever met a woman who is so angry.” His head tilts, gaze skating over my face. “When’s the last time you got laid?”

Heat crawls up my neck, and I bite the inside of my mouth so hard, I draw blood. I swallow the metallic taste away. I mustn’t let him get under my skin again.

Soren smirks. “Yeah, that’s what I thought. It’s been a while since you’ve had a good, hard fuck.”

The words stick to me like glue. Is it obvious I’m sexually frustrated? Because, yeah, it’s been a hot minute. But I’m not out here whoring myself around to loser men who can’t tell the difference between the clitoris from the bellybutton.

“Yeah? And why’s that?”

“You look like you want to stab someone in their sleep.”

“Well.” I give him a thin smile. “You better sleep with one eye open then, motherfucker.”

Chapter 10

Soren

There’s something about her. Evil comes in many forms, but I’ve never seen a woman so fucking delicious. Or demon. I’m still deciding on what she is exactly. I don’t know what I was expecting, but not … her. Long, black hair framing a face that could start and end wars. And those serpentine eyes. They had me the second I saw them.

And her body … damn. Toned and honed to lethal perfection.

Pity she’s fucking insane.

And if there’s one thing I don’t do, it’s crazy bitches.

For a moment, I thought Raine might kill the flight attendant with her bare hands. The hate rippling off Raine’s body was palpable. Not gonna lie, that would’ve been hot. The Agency promised a “surprise” on board. Turns out the surprise is in the form of a blonde with fake tits. The Agency’s apology gift for taking a bullet to the ribs. Of course, I’ve considered fucking her. When pussy’s handed to a man on a platter, what is one supposed to do? The thing is, though, I’m not one to fuck around when I’m on a mission. But I’d be lying to myself if I didn’t admit there’s another reason why I’m not balls deep in the help right now.

My gaze slides to the other reason.

Raine.

Headphones back on, staring out the window like she wants to punch the sky. A beautiful, rage-filled tornado.

She’s captivating.

She’s also cruel and a total cunt.

Plus, she fucking shot me.

I motion for her to take off her headphones. She exhales like I’ve just insulted her mother.

“What now?”