Page 50 of The Warren Effect


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Warren grabbed her legs before she could bolt on him. He pulled her across the bed, not stopping until she sat on his lap face to face with him. If he was going to tell her everything, he had to feel her skin under his hands while he did.

“There is a security company. After word got out about who I was, I was offered some contracts. At first, I turned them down, but it is what I do. The thing I am good at. I was trained to be better than anyone else.”

“What are you saying?” Rose stiffened in his lap.

“I’m an assassin, Petal.”

“Assassin, as in you kill people?”

“When the contract is right,” he admitted.

“Do you work for the security company?”

Warren held his breath and reminded himself Rose was sitting on his lap. She took the first part surprisingly well. This next one was a bit trickier.

“Yes and no.”

“Well, that just clears everything right up,” she drawled. “Let’s have dessert. Any chance you got ice cream?”

“Petal, I’m self-employed.”

“Are all the guys you work with considered self-employed? How exactly do you claim that on the taxes? Are weapons an acceptable write-off? How about knives?”

“I don’t exist, Rose. There is nothing to write off for taxes.”

“Huh,” she managed as she processed all the information. “My husband is a self-employed assassin. I bet your team loves that. I assume they get paid well.”

“I make sure they are paid well,” he said hesitantly.

“I’m sorry. What? You make sure they are paid well.”

Warren could tell the moment the light went off, and she figured it out.

“You own the security company. You bought it.”

“Not quite. It is we, baby.”

“What do you mean we?”

“We own the company.”

“Want to repeat that one for me?” Rose’s baffled furry overrode her ability to listen. Her hand smacked off his chest before she could stop herself. “You put my name as the owner of a company that kills people. You do remember that is illegal, right? You might not exist, but I do. Was that your plan to get rid of me? Oh, if someone gets caught, Rose is the only one who can take the fall because no one else in the place has a name or a social security number. On what planet does this make sense?”

“If something happened to me, I wanted you to be set for life. It isn’t like I can buy life insurance. If I didn’t come home, the guys know what to do.”

“Holy shit,” Rose muttered. “I could be the owner of a company that kills people. And you bought it as a fucked up form of life insurance.”

“Only to people who deserve it.”

“We will use that as our next slogan. We take the ass out of assassin. A terminal company with a conscience. Neat and discrete, we will take them off their feet.”

Warren clamped a hand over her mouth. He smiled when she bit him, but he didn’t let go.

“The last guy we took care of beat and tried to rape a young girl. The guy before that liked to kill his wives for the insurance money. The two before that were child traffickers. One boy was a biological child to the mark.”

Rose sat stunned on his lap. There was a part of her who understood. Those people sounded like terrible people. They were the kind who had slick lawyers to keep them out of jail. Most of the time, they walked out of the courtroom with a smug grin. The next day, they went back to business as usual because they had enough money to buy off whoever they needed.

“I assume most of your targets are men?”

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