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Looking deeply into my eyes, Red shakes his head slowly. “I don’t want to disobey you, Daddy, so don’t ask me to stay behind. I won’t. I need to be there. I can handle it. And if I can’t, you’ll help me through it, right?”
Sighing, I lean forward and nip him on the neck, making a laugh burst from his lips. “Right. You’re a brat, you know that?”
“Yep.” The smile on his face is bright with no trace of nervousness or fear.
For his sake, I hope he won’t have any negative feelings watching somebody die. I can be there for him and keep his mind off it, but there is a lot that is unknown about the brain. It could burp up memories out of nowhere for no reason with no triggers. That could happen to Red. There could be a time that he has a flashback and I’m not with him. That gives me pause.
I can’t think that. I can’t push my thoughts and fears onto him. For all I know, Red will smile and dance on their corpses. I guess we’ll see.
Taking his hand, I lead him outside so we can drive to the hangar to get ready for our first meeting with his attackers.
Chapter Sixteen
Red
I’mreallynervousaboutgoing on this trip with Quin to fuckingkillsomeone, but this jet is fuckinginsane! I’ve never been on one before and I know my mouth hasn’t closed since we sat down. We’ve been in the air for an hour and I’m still looking around the interior and touching the soft leather seats. The flight attendant is really sweet, asking me repeatedly if there’s anything I need and to call her if we have any questions and want snacks. I didn’t even know private jets had flight attendants.
I know I should be more nervous about what we’re going to do—or what Quin is going to do—but I’m not. I don’t want either of us to get caught, of course, but that’s the extent of the nerves. I couldn’t give a fuck less what happens to Andler and Tom. Fuck them. I hope Quin makes it hurt. They deserve it for what they did to all those people and for what they tried to do to me.
Maybe Quin will let me join in and not just watch. What am I saying? I don’t want to join in. While I’ll defend myself and won’t let anyone give me shit, I don’t think I could kill someone. I’ll leave that to Quin since he says he’s used to it.
How used to it is he? “Quin?” I call, wanting to get some answers while we’re on the way to what can only be described as a hit. When he hums and looks over at me, I lean over and ask him, “When did you kill someone for the first time?”
Even though the flight attendant is probably in the cockpit with the pilot, Quin waves me to the back of the plane where the bedroom is. He sits on the bed and I lie down with my head in his lap. He reaches down and runs his fingers through my hair and I close my eyes, absorbing the feeling.
Clearing his throat, Quin says, “The first person was when I was deployed while I was active duty. I don’t know who he was, but I knew he had to die because he was trying to kill me. It was my life or his and I chose me.”
“That’s understandable. What about when you were working for Savage?”
“One of his men tried to kill him about a year before the Russians tried. We knew about his plan, as he told another one of the other guards, thinking he’d help and want a slice of Savage’s empire. The other guard told Savage to save his own neck because he wanted nothing to do with it. So Savage played with his would be assassin, setting a trap to bring him to me. I put him down.”
“How did you feel when you did it?”
Quin chuckles softly. “I didn’t. I felt nothing. He needed to go. Not only was I Savage’s bodyguard, he was my best friend. No one threatens my friends and think I won’t take them the fuck out.”
I probably should be afraid. This man just admitted to killing two people—even though one was done for his country and his life—but I can’t find it in me to be scared of Quin. He’s been my protector for months, keeping me safe from the very men we’re on the way to kill. Quin would never hurt me, so there’s nothing to fear.
“Does that scare you? That I’ve killed people before?” Quin’s voice comes out strong and sure, but underlying that, I can hear how much it would mean to him that I’m not afraid.
“Daddy, I’m more afraid of you carrying a gun and getting arrested than I am that you killed someone.” I sit up and look at him, hoping he knows I’m being for real. “If you get arrested because of a gun, I’ll be really pissed at you because you said you wouldn’t leave me.”
Barking a laugh, Quin pulls me up to him and gives me a long kiss, heating me up and making me liquid in his arms. Against my lips, he says, “Don’t worry, baby boy. I won’t leave you.” Taking my mouth again, he pulls me into his lap and wraps his arms tightly around me. My hands go into his hair, loving the feel of his thick locs in my hands and how he groans when I scratch across his scalp.
Snatching my lips from his, I ask in a husky voice, “Can we join the mile high club, Daddy?”
“I think you’re reading my mind, baby boy.”
Not wasting time on words, I drop to my knees in front of my Daddy, undoing the buttons and zipper to his jeans and sliding them down his legs. Reaching inside his briefs, I pull out his beautiful cock and stroke it slowly. Quin watches me with hooded eyes and I give him a smirk while I tease him with my hands. Leaning forward, I stick my tongue out and lap up the drop of precome leaking from the head of his cock. Groaning, I wrap my lips around him, sucking him gently, wanting more of his taste in my mouth.
Wrapping my hand around his thick cock, I open my mouth wider and try to take him all the way in. An impossible feat, but I’m not a quitter. I gag and sputter, but I keep sucking him, his groans and grunts fueling me. Quin tangles a hand in my hair and thrusts up, fucking my face. “Just like that, baby boy. So fucking beautiful like this.” As is his way, he wipes a hand through the mess on my face, his swiping thumb a welcoming comfort.
Looking up at him, I’m treated to the sight of Quin’s head thrown back and his hips pumping, chest rising and falling quickly. Lowering my eyes, I move the hand that was stroking his cock lower to his balls, massaging and pulling them gently. More precome leaks into my mouth and I hum around him, loving the taste.
Quin’s hips move faster and I gag more, but wrap my lips snugly around his dick, not wanting to let it go until he explodes down my throat. The deep, long groan he releases tells me he’s close, so I apply more pressure to his cock, sucking him in deeply while he fucks my throat. “Mmm …” I moan around his cock, wanting Quin to know how much I love sucking him off, how much I love pleasing my Daddy.
Unfortunately, Quin snatches his dick from between his lips. I pout, looking up at him with a sad, messy face. He drags me up to drape my body over his. “The only place I’m coming is inside you. Lie on the bed.”
The next few minutes of Quin stripping me bare and prepping me are fucking bliss and I want to live in the moment forever. My legs spread, Quin looking at my puckered hole, writhing because of his fingers. It’s the best feeling, besides how my body feels when he’s inside me.
