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“A dead one now.”
“Aww, thanks, Cin. What did I do this time?”
“He was acting on his own.”
I lifted a brow. “Jesus, he must have been really pissed about Piraeus.”
“What happened in Piraeus?” Conor whispered.
“I shot him in the ass.”
He snorted. “Only you.”
“It was a good shot!”
“It was also ten years ago,” Cin drawled. “That man knew how to hold a grudge. Anyway, I’ve got jet lag. Do you think you can manage not to get captured, shot, or arrested within the next six hours so I can catch up on some Zs?”
My lips twitched. “What would I do without you, D?”
“I don’t fucking know. And tell Conor that I dealt with the senator in Arkansas.”
“He can hear. Which senator?”
“Sparrow. Kept a slave in his basement.”
“Bastard,” I hissed.
“Dead bastard now. I’ll deal with the corpse.” She grunted. “Muñoz, I mean. Then I’m going to sleep.”
“Okay. I’ll text you with my coordinates so you can come and stay with us. You’re shit with a computer, but you can help us out.”
“Charming,” she huffed.
With dead air in my ear, I turned to him. “So, that’s how you’re whittling down the ones who deserve to die? You hired Dead To Me?”
He grimaced. “Some are special cases. McClure, in this instance, is popular with his constituents. I wasn’t about to let him, or the others, get away with serving a week in jail only to get miraculously let out.”
“They wouldn’t—”
“Davidson’s campaigning for re-election and both parties are making the outed Sparrows integral to their campaign. They’re offering massive promises they can’t keep, but who knows what’ll happen in the next couple months? It could be all hot air and turds.”
“That’s one way of phrasing it.” I pursed my lips as I looked up at him.He was so fucking gorgeous. Especially when he started talking about murdering my enemies. “How’s your dick?”
“You don’t want to know.”
I cleared my throat. “Wouldn’t have asked if I didn’t want to know.”
He stilled. “Aching. Hard.”
“For me? Or the adrenaline?”
“You, Star. Fuck. Always you.”
The heartburn made yet another reappearance.
I stared up at him, feeling myself getting lost in the darkening shadows as the sun began to set.
That was when I came to a decision—I pushed us deeper into those shadows, away from where D’s dancing red dot had enabled me to find her nest, and I pinned my hands on either side of his head.
