Never Kiss a Bad Boy

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Authors: Nora Flite
this?”
    “If what she said was true, yes. Him, and this mystery man she wants to have the honor of killing.”
    Kite rubbed the bridge of his nose furiously. “Ugh. That's the part that won't work. If we did take this on, I think we could find her guy eventually. If he worked with someone to kill the Fidels, someone else has to know. There's a trail the cops didn't find—or chose not to. We get his name, then killing the bastard ourselves would be a cinch.”
    Kite was always so confident. I could see the gears in his head turning, the familiarity and intoxicating lure of planning and executing a hit. I didn't want him getting ideas. “It doesn't matter. What we need is time so we can fix everything.”
    “Fix it how?” He lifted himself onto the desk, perching there. “I can't believe her. I thought she was some sweet, eager little thing ready to have a good time.”
    My smile was crooked. “You still think she's into you?”
    His eyes flashed. “Doesn't matter how into me she is or isn't. I don't like being blackmailed. And I don't like that you got dragged into this.”
    It didn't matter what he said. I knew he wanted Marina. How could I blame him? She was gorgeous, and she had a softness to her I was also eager to explore.
    Clapping my hand onto his shoulder, I chuckled. “I was in this from the start.”
    My friend—my Blood Brother—gave my fingers a quick squeeze. “Our oath, I know. We're supposed to protect each other. So how do we protect ourselves from this mess?”
    “First, we'll do what I said. We'll take her money.” Standing, I towered over him. “If we stay close to Marina, we can find out where she hid the letter, or who might know about it. Hopefully, no one else. Once we get it, we won't have to worry about her anymore.”
    Crossing his ankles, Kite peered up at me thoughtfully. “You want us to entertain her for as long as we need to... then we just kill her?”
    I lifted my pistol free and checked the safety. “Yes. And then we kill her.”
    Protecting our future was what mattered.
    Marina Fidel had no idea who she was dealing with.
    ****
    S he was reclining in a booth when we walked in. Her back was arched, forcing her chest high—drawing my eye to her curves helplessly. If I was a weaker man, I would have frozen on the spot.
    But I'm better than that.
    Sitting up sharply, Marina smoothed her skirt and crossed to meet us. “What did you decide?” she asked excitedly.
    Reaching out, I opened my palm. “We're compassionate people. Fifteen grand, and we'll help you find this man.”
    Marina peeked over my shoulder. I knew she was eyeing Kite. “No. That's not enough.”
    “Not enough?” Kite stammered.
    My fingers remained open in front of Marina. “What else do you think your money should buy?”
    Gently, like my hand was a bear-trap, she put the envelope in it. She didn't let go. “I need lessons. I need you guys to show me how to kill. Otherwise, I'll never get close enough to get my revenge.”
    Waiting for her to release the money, I let myself smile. “Fine. We also have stipulations, for our own safety.”
    Conceding the exchange, her small hands drifted to her hips. “Safety? What are you worried about?”
    This second part had been Kite's plan, and I thought it rather ingenious.
    “Listen,” he said. “We don't do things this way. It's always been a faceless transaction. You know you've got a little extra something up your sleeve keeping us in check.” The dark-haired woman said nothing. “Even if you aren't wired, we have no proof you aren't secretly some cop trying to catch us in the act, or planning to kill us for some crazy reason.”
    That made her mouth pop open.
    I said, “Until this is over, we need to keep you under surveillance. You'll be moving in with us.”
    The noise she made was like a dying cat. “ Excuse me? I can't just move out of my place and into yours!” She paused, then added, “I'm surprised you guys live together.”
    Her implication

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