Monster (12 page)

I felt the blush heat
my cheeks as I watched on helplessly, both embarrassed and too turned
on to look away.

He made some sort of
approving sound in his throat, pulling his finger out. “Remember
what I said about getting my tongue in some pussy?” he asked,
surprising me.

I did. I seemed to
remember everything he said.

“That you do it
if it's real sweet?” I half declared, half asked.

He nodded slightly.
“You got a real sweet fuckin' pussy, doll,” he said,
smiling again as he shifted his weight, leaned down, and trailed his
tongue down the center of my belly.

My hand slipped into
his hair as he moved downward, his head tilting by my hip. Then his
teeth dug into my inner thigh.

“Fuck,” I
growled, my hands curling in his hair. Then his head shifted again
and his tongue traced the path his finger had blazed earlier, not
hesitating, not teasing, just sliding up and landing on the sweet
spot, circling it with a light but firm pressure. “Oh my
god...” I groaned, my hips rising up to meet him, my back
arching off the cushions.

There was a tightening
in my core, like a coil pulled too taut. My breath became ragged and
shallow as his tongue drove me upward, closer and closer to something
promising fireworks.

His lips went around my
clit, sucking gently, making me buck beneath him.

And that's when I heard
it. A ringing. And felt it. A vibrating. Against my calf. His cell
was ringing.

I felt the desire being
pulled back slightly, opening my eyes to look down at him. But he was
either oblivious to it or simply ignoring it, his lips releasing the
sensitive point and his tongue continuing its torture. His hand slid
beneath him and I felt his finger pulsing at my entrance before
quickly pushing in to the hilt.

“Breaker...”
I moaned, both my hands clutching at his head.

There was a brief
silence of his cell before it began ringing again.

“Fuck,” he
growled, lifting his head off of me, letting his eyes rise to mine.
“Sorry, baby... gotta take this,” he said, his finger
sliding out of me as he moved to sit by my feet and pull his cell out
of his pocket.

Almost as a second
thought, I pressed my thighs together, knees at an angle to one side.
I pushed them closed firmly, feeling the insistent throbbing of
unfulfilled desire settling in.

I was only half aware
of Breaker as my system seemed to be on high alert, sending off
sparks of energy through my nerve endings, making my body feel like
it was jerking with the sensation.

“Yo,”
Breaker's voice said into his phone, his eyes turning suddenly to
look at me and I swear I saw regret there as he watched me struggle
to bring back control. And then his face went hard. All the softness
left his eyes and they became ice. “Shoot?”

The last dregs of
desire got shoved away as I flew upward, wrapping my arms around my
calves and trying to overhear the talking on the other end of the
phone. Breaker's eyes were still on mine, but somehow not seeing me.

“Where are you?”

“How are you
calling me then?”

“Why?”

“He there?”

“Stop trying to
piss them off and give me the details, man.”

Piss them off? Why
would Shooter be trying to piss off Lex's guys?

“Negotiate what?”

Negotiate? Why would he
want to negotiate? Did he know that we were working together? What we
were doing? Was he going to try to convince Breaker to hand me over?

My eyes flew to the
laptop, still up on the forum. No response. But that wasn't
surprising. It was too soon. My eyes went back to Breaker's.

“You gonna be
there?”

Breaker snorted,
rolling his eyes.

“Alright. Two
hours. See you then.”

“Yeah?”

Breaker's eyes seemed
to refocus on me suddenly, taking my face in like he was seeing me
for the first time.

“I know.”

And then he pulled the
phone from his ear and shoved it back in his pocket.

I took a deep breath,
feeling like it made my insides shaky as it moved down. “That
was Shooter?”

“Yeah.”

“We need to go
meet with Lex,” I said, hoping the fear didn't seep into my
words.

“Yeah, doll.”

“Okay,” I
said, hugging my knees to my chest tighter.

Breaker saw the motion
and his eyes softened again, letting out his held breath. Then he did
the strangest thing. He leaned downward toward my knee, watching me,
and bit into it.

“Hopefully we get
a chance to finish what we started,” he said, resting his head
on my knee. “If not... it'd be a fuckin' shame. You got the
tightest fuckin' cunt I've ever felt.”

Okay.

So he said that.

And I felt another
whole body shiver course through me.

Breaker caught it and
sighed.

“I need to get
dressed,” I said numbly, watching him.

“Yeah,” he
agreed. “In the old clothes,” he said unnecessarily.

My hand went to my
suddenly very wobbly belly. “I wish I hadn't eaten that,”
I said, looking over at the food on the table.

Breaker's hand slid
down my calf, landing on my ankle, and squeezing. “I'd like to
say that everything is going to be okay...” he started.

“It's okay,”
I said, shaking my head.

He had no words of
comfort because there were none.

There was no way to
ease the nerves.

Because there was no
possible positive outcome to the situation.

I was going to be dead.
Soon. One way or another.

Grimly, I uncurled from
myself. There was no use delaying the inevitable I guessed. I reached
down for the tee Breaker had pulled off of me and slipped back into
it quickly before I made my way back to the bathroom where my old
pajamas were still piled on the floor.

Through this, Breaker
said nothing.

His eyes didn't even
follow me.

I knew this because
when I turned to close the door, I caught sight of him, bent forward
so his elbows were on his knees, staring at the laptop like it held
all the answers.

But it didn't.

And now it never would.

Nine

Breaker

The
second I had her straddling my lap, I knew she was gonna be trouble.
Not because, well, she already fuckin'
was
in more ways than one, but because I wanted her too much too soon.
And it wasn't the hollow 'that'll do' that I felt for random bar
sluts or chicks I ran across on the town. No, it was different.
Stronger somehow. It wasn't just an itch to scratch. I wanted to fuck
her seven ways to fuckin' Sunday then twice more just for good
measure.

Maybe a part of it had
to do with how she reacted. How responsive her body was to every
little touch. It was like she was constantly teetering on the edge of
a soul-crushing orgasm. And fuck if I didn't want to be a part of
that. To feel it around my fingers, around my cock, to hear her
scream my name, dig her nails into my back.

Yeah. Fuckin' trouble.

I ignored the cell
ringing in my pocket while I listened to her moan and felt her
writhe, more interested in getting her off than the phone I always
picked up by the second ring. But when it stopped, then started up
the second time, well... it had to be important.

I sat back, watching
her snap her legs closed and fight to steady her breathing, her body
shaking slightly in the unfulfilled need. Had to say it didn't
exactly hurt my pride to see her like that, but fuck if I didn't want
to throw the phone across the room and dive back between her thighs
and finish her off.

That was, until I
answered the call.

“Yo.”

“You know it's
rude to screen your calls these days, man. Unless you're balls deep
in some good pussy,” Shooter's voice said through the phone,
his tone as casual as ever.

“Shoot?”

At this, a dry laugh.
“Who the fuck else would be calling?”

“Where are you?”

When
he spoke, his nonchalance was so strong you could practically hear a
shrug in his voice, “Same place I've been for the past week.
Some shit
basement with no wifi, man.”

I fought the urge to
snort. “How are you calling me then?”

“Lex wants a
meeting,” he said, his tone a little more clipped. He paused as
if weighing the next words. “With you and the girl.”

Fuck. Great.

“Why?”

“Think I'm privy
to that information, man?” he asked, making it sound like he
had been trying to get more. Good old Shoot. Always with his head in
the game even when he was being used as a bargaining chip.

“He there?”
I asked, wondering how far I could push questioning him.

“No. Just one of
his lackeys. Limp Dick Rick or somethin',” he said and I could
practically see him smirking at the man in question. “You know
how much these fuckers like their nicknames,” he went on and I
heard the distinct sound of fist hitting skin followed by the
whooshing of air out of Shoot's mouth. No groan. No sign of pain.
Then a chuckle. He was a crazy fuck.

“Stop trying to
piss them off and give me the details, man.”

“Hey gotta get my
entertainment somehow,” he said, sounding no worse for the
wear. “Two hours. In the train car. He said to be prepared to
negotiate.”

That didn't sound good.

“Negotiate what?”

“Didn't say. You
know the deal with him.”

Fuck yeah I did. And
that didn't speak well for our upcoming little meeting.

“You gonna be
there?”

“With bells on.
You know... or cuffs. Whatever,” Shoot went on.

I snorted, feeling my
eyes roll. It was like Shoot was biologically incapable of taking
serious shit seriously.

“Alright. Two
hours. See you then.”

There was a pause, the
silence full of something before he spoke again.

“Hey Breaker?”

“Yeah?” I
asked, not liking his tone.

Another pause. “She's
an innocent,” he reminded me.

My eyes went to Alex's,
finding her watching me intently.

I knew what Shoot was
saying. It was the same thing Paine had said. It was the same thing I
had been thinking. Me and Shoot, we chose this life. We danced with
death every time we took a job. We aligned ourselves with people who
could very well order our hit some day. We knew the risks. We took
them willingly. We were guilty in every way possible. Whatever
happened to us, we deserved it. We earned every kind of possible
punishment. To the grave and beyond.

But that wasn't Alex.

Yeah, she got herself
into some deep shit. Shit she wasn't prepared to handle, least of all
on her own. But she did it because she felt like she had to. She did
it for all those women in all those pictures she had on file. The
pictures that made her look green. She wasn't jaded to the shit that
was going down. She was enraged by it. Horrified by it. But she used
that as the drive to try to end it. It was sweet and naive and
hopeful of her.

And incredibly fuckin'
stupid.

But also... innocent.

“I know,” I
said, hanging up the phone.

Alex walked to the
bathroom to get changed while I stared at the forum on my laptop. I
didn't know what kind of people she knew on the dark net. All the
people I knew who routinely used it were scum of the earth. But if
Alex said there were good guys out there- truth seekers, vigilante
justice fighters, whatever the fuck she thought they were, then I had
to trust her on that. I just wished they were paying attention. That
they were going to offer some kind of solution.