“He was one of them—the Wild Bunch, I mean. The day they escaped the orphanage with Nix, he didn’t make it out.”
Synek didn’t know what it felt like to lose a brother, and if he had, he’d probably rejoice at the two fuckers he shared a bloodline with not breathing anymore.
“My point is,” Winter went on, “you don’t get over things like that easily. You have to confront it—get some closure or something. What closure will you be able to offer her when it’s time you have to follow through with the Kingmaker’s kill order?”
That was the conundrum.
The thing he didn’t or even want to think about.
Because there was a chance he would have to pick one job to finish, and considering the contract he had signed … the choice wouldn’t be an easy one.
“I’ll figure it out,” he said in lieu of an answer.
He always did.
Winter nodded as she hopped down. “I hope you do.”
“Where’s Iris?”
“Probably lost in the halls somewhere,” she said with a ghost of a smile.
“Winter.”
“What? Hell, I wanted to have a conversation without you getting distracted.”
Even he couldn’t fight a smile at that.
Iris had always been a beautiful distraction.
*
When Iris arrived back at the Den compound, the security at the gate gave her a cursory once-over before letting her through to the main building.
Considering he had been the one to sidestep Synek the other day, she didn’t doubt he probably recognized her. Maybe if he hadn’t seemed so deathly afraid of him, she might have asked him questions about the Den itself.
It wasn’t that Synek didn’t tell her everything she wanted to know—from the mercenaries who worked specifically on his team to others who did whatever the Kingmaker asked, or even the overall structure of the Den and how it began—but what he never told her about was the work he did.
Sure, he said his job was a watered-down version of what he had done for Rosalie and the Wraiths, but she wanted to know more. Yet even with the hours they spent talking, he never actually told her anything. That was the thing about Synek. He might not tell lies, but he found a creative way to get around the truth when he wanted to.
He hadn’t, however, mentioned what he wanted her to do once she got here—only that he wanted her to come.
No one stopped her as she ventured inside the compound, though she had no idea where she was going. Trying not to look out of place as she ventured through the halls was difficult, especially when she was trying to take in everything around her.
The very essence of what the Den was fascinated her.
Corrupt politicians were one thing—that was more common than most realized—but organizations like this, hired killers, went so far beyond everything she had ever known that it almost didn’t feel like real life.
What would her father think if she told him about this?
What would he think of Synek?
He was a man who followed the law to the letter, and Synek was all about breaking it.
As she ventured down another identical hallway, the sudden sound of pounding fists made her jolt back from the door she was passing.
Something, or someone, was trying to get out.
“Don’t worry about him,” a voice called, connected to a person she had never seen before.
He definitely wasn’t part of Synek’s team; he looked younger and lacked some of their lethal edge. “It’s all a part of the training.”
“Training?” Iris asked.
Synek had explained some of the aspects of the Den to her, but one thing he refused to ever divulge was the “training” he said they all went through.
She could guess it had been hard work, most training was, but she wondered what he had suffered to not want to discuss it.
“Yeah,” he said with a shrug, as though it was what it was. “First, they break your mind, then they break your body. Whatever’s left gets molded into a mercenary.”
That didn’t sound pleasant at all. “And everyone has to go through it?”
“It’s a rite of passage.”
The pounding started up again. “What’s happening in there now?”
“Light deprivation, then a sudden influx of sound in waves.”
So they were trapped in a pitch black room where a piercing alarm would go off in variants?
It didn’t matter to her that Synek was fine now—that he had just been smiling and laughing with her this morning—she hated the idea that he suffered.
And Jesus, had there ever been a time when he hadn’t suffered at someone else’s hands?
From his childhood with his mother, his teens with the Wraiths, and his adult life with the Den. She hated that for him.
“Yeah, but don’t worry,” the mercenary said with a wave of his hand. “This is nothing compared to that other guy.”
“Other guy?”
“Yeah, he was before my time. They said he went bat shit in there—couldn’t handle the training.”
She knew, though he hadn’t given a name, that he was talking about Synek.
“Used to scream at the top of his fucking lungs, they said, at least until the end. Then he got really fucking quiet.”
He was smiling too much, she thought, at the idea of someone else’s pain. Even if it was something they all had to get through before they became a mercenary for the Kingmaker, that didn’t make his enjoyment of it okay.
“And after?” she asked, wanting to know.
“Soon as the door opened, he killed one guy, and the others would have been dead at his feet too had someone else not stepped in. That guy was fucking—”
“Crazy,” an accented and clearly ticked-off voice said from behind her.
Iris didn’t flinch at the sound of Synek’s voice, but the man in front of her did. He paled and could barely mumble out an apology.
Synek was six and a half feet of angry male at her back, and if she was the other man, she might have been afraid too.
He reached up, plucking the cigarette from behind his ear and fitting it between his lips. What this symbolized, Iris didn’t know, but if it was possible, the other man paled even more before he quickly turned on his heel and scurried down the hallway.
“Fucking wanker.”
When he pulled out his lighter, Iris asked, “Are you allowed to smoke in here?”
“I wouldn’t give a shit if I wasn’t.”
“Oh, someone’s in a bad mood.” She turned to better face him, mindful of the glare that was now leveled on her. “Wanna talk about it?”
“You wanna know something about me, yeah? You ask me.”
“I asked about the training,” she said, glancing at the door where the man in training had gone silent. “It wasn’t specific to you, Syn.”
“Because you give a shit about the other mercs in here,” he said dryly.
He really was upset. She could see it in the harsh slant of his mouth and the furrow of his mouth, but she had a suspicion that it was less to do with her asking about him and more to do with what she’d been told.
“I don’t think you’re crazy,” she said with a shake of her head. “My opinion of you isn’t going to change just because of something I hear.”
Or even something he’d done.
She’d long ago stopped thinking he was some sort of monster, but she doubted he had.
Synek stared at her a moment before his stance finally loosened. “Come on.”
He tucked his lighter away and replaced his cigarette behind his ear before he grabbed her hand and led her down the hallway.
The room they entered resembled a conference room with a table as long as it was wide and a projector hanging from the ceiling, but Iris paid attention to neither when she entered because on the back wall was her murder board.
Exactly as it had been in her apartment.
Every scrap of information she had on the governor had
been in her apartment the night Synek showed up and the Wraiths followed. She’d recovered as much as she could from a thumb drive she had stashed away, but some things weren’t so easily replaced.
Yet Synek had managed to get them all.
“I know you wanted more space,” he said before he released her to allow her to walk over to better see.
She’d never mentioned to him that this was a part of her process. She’d wanted to start another at the safe house where they were staying but hadn’t felt comfortable disrupting a place that wasn’t hers.
Another reason he wasn’t the monster he thought he was.
“Thank you,” she said, going over to wrap her arms around him.
“Consider it your office,” he said, showing her a key before sliding it into her back pocket. “You can lock the door too, if you want.”
Maybe it was because he was sweet, or maybe because she’d missed being with him all day, but whatever the reason, she stretched up to the tips of her toes and drew him down so she could kiss him.
As his hands slid around her waist, he lifted her higher until she could better reach him.
Kissing him was effortless in a way that nothing else was.
Most days, Synek was the storm—an unfathomable force ready to destroy everything in his path—but when he was with her like this, he was the eye of the storm. Calm and centered.
“How was the brunch?” he asked once he released her mouth, but he didn’t let her go.
Immediately, her mind went back to the governor’s office and what little she found inside. Then the moment she’d almost been caught. “Nothing too eventful.”
Chapter 31
Coming out of the bathroom later, Synek was met with a darkened room that immediately made his heart trip over itself.
He knew the fear was irrational.
He knew that anything that came at him now would bloody well regret it, but that didn’t stop his skin from feeling like spiders were crawling all over him whenever he was in a dark space.
“What are you doing, Iris?” he asked, tossing his towel away, already feeling that familiar panic rising in his chest even as he tried to shove it down.
“One problem at a time,” she said with a shrug of her shoulder, indifferent to his agitation. “That’s what you like to say, isn’t it? Okay, so we’re dealing with your fear of the dark first.”
Even if he hadn’t already been in a shit mood, what she said might have put him there.
He knew she didn’t mean it the way she’d said, but the illogical part of his brain didn’t focus on the concern she had for him, but rather the part of himself that was ashamed of being afraid of something so fucking childish.
“Now?” he asked. “You want to do this now?”
“If you’re gonna kick the fear, we have to start at some point.”
He heard her, he did, but that didn’t stop him from moving across the room and attempting to turn the light on.
Nothing happened.
“For fuck’s sake.”
“There’s nothing to fear, Syn.”
“You don’t think I bloody well know that?”
He was losing his patience and with it went his temper.
He was starting to feel trapped, and that feeling only made him want to crawl out of his skin.
Though he had half a mind to just go back into the bathroom and wait her out, she came across the room at him before he could even take a step.
She grabbed his face and forced him to look at her and fuck if it wasn’t the wrong move to make. Not when he was teetering on the brink of madness and he was liking her aggression.
“Use me,” she said, her gaze level on his face.
Fuck if those words didn’t go right through him. She didn’t know what she was asking for—she couldn’t—because he’d give her an entirely new definition of the word.
“Turn on the lights, Iris,” he muttered to himself, unable to even bring himself to acknowledge what she said.
“You have to replace the memory of something bad with something good.” She tugged at the button of his jeans, and fuck, if he did anything to stop her. “So use me.”
“Why do you keep saying that?” he asked, touching a hand to the curve of her hip, needing to touch her somewhere before he did something he would regret.
“Because that’s what I want.”
He shook his head. “You don’t know what you’re asking.”
She thought that was what she wanted, but by the very definition, when he used something because he was in a dark place, he took everything and gave nothing in return.
“Then show me,” she said, her words like a drug.
Fuck it.
Whatever restraint he thought he possessed flew out the window as he reached beneath the sleep shirt she wore, dragging her knickers down with one quick jerk of his hand. She stepped out of them before yanking the last of her clothes off, leaving her naked in front of him.
He gripped her jaw in one hand, loving the way she got that little hitch in her breath. How her pupils dilated.
Sometimes, even he forgot she wasn’t as fragile as glass—that she could and liked to handle whatever he gave her.
His little monster.
“Are you afraid?” he asked, his lips a whisper from her own.
He’d asked her those words before, back when things hadn’t been so simple between them—back when the only thing he wanted to do was hurt her the way he’d been hurt.
Now, he still wanted to break her, but this time in a way they’d both enjoy.
“No,” she said, though her voice shook a little, and he could feel the way her pulse was racing.
A quick denial that even he didn’t believe. And even as he wanted to tell her there was no need, that she didn’t have anything to fear from him, he could already feel his baser urges consuming him. The only thing he could think about was fucking her until neither one of them could move.
Of getting his dick in her and feeling her come. Feeling the tight clenching heat surrounding him.
Fuck. “Kneel.”
She didn’t hesitate, and before he even opened his mouth, she was reaching for his jeans again, yanking at the button until she could get them undone and his cock in her hand.
He wrapped her hair around his fist, pulling just enough to make her suck harder.
Now he wasn’t thinking about the way he’d been beaten and the pain of it all. He could only think about and feel Iris’s lips around his cock.
She sucked him like she was hungry for it.
His first thought was to drag this out, make her work for it, but whether it was the shadows around him or the need she inspired, he couldn’t wait.
He pulled her off his cock, positioning her the way he liked, and before his brain could catch up with what he was doing, he had his cock at her pussy and thrust in.
A sharp gasp escaped her, the sound going straight to his dick even as he froze, trying to focus on her rather than how bloody tight she was. The closest he’d ever get to heaven was right here between her legs.
“Too fast?” he asked, forcing those two words out, needing the distraction.
She gave an indiscriminate shake of her head, neither a confirmation or a denial, but it didn’t seem to matter a moment later as the hand she had on his shoulder urged him closer.
It took everything inside him not to pull out and thrust back in. He craved the sounds she made, the way she always got so fucking needy when he had his cock in her and his finger on her clit.
But easy.
He needed to calm the rampant beast inside him trying to break free.
He adjusted, holding his weight up on one straightened arm, using the hand of his other to grip her thigh and push it higher and wider. It was enough to ease some of the tension inside her, and this time when he eased his cock deeper, a breathless sigh left her lips, her head tipping back to expose more of her throat.
And the moment she did, he let go of everything and did what s
he wanted. He used her, fucking her until the wet glide of their bodies, the way his name sounded on her tongue, and the dig of her nails in his back were the only things he knew and saw.
With her like this, he wasn’t thinking about the dark anymore.
Just her.
Always her.
As he came back down, the room and everything else around him coming into sharp focus, he felt Iris’s hand move on his side, right above the scar on his hip.
He looked up at her face a second before she tapped him three times in quick succession.
Laughing, he understood exactly what she hadn’t said—she was tapping out.
*
Iris should have been sleeping after the hours spent with Synek, but she couldn’t bring herself to fall asleep. In the end, she started surfing channels, thinking about what the next day would bring. But as she considered turning the television off completely, she spotted a breaking report.
She wasn’t sure what made her pause just then to make sense of what she was seeing, but a few seconds later, she was glad that she did.
Because what appeared on the screen did more than just make her sit up, a slow smile creeping onto her face—it made her heart race.
Exiting his office, Governor Spader had his hand out in front of him, trying to hurry past the swarm of reporters waiting for him. There was another man, his assistant maybe, who hurried along in front of him, trying to clear his way, but even as they rushed past, that didn’t stop the reporters from lobbing questions at them.
“Governor, is it true you’re having an affair?”
“Governor Spader, can you explain this photograph?”
“Who is the woman you’re seen with, Governor?”
The screen cut to a shot of the photograph in question, one that Iris had never seen before. She wondered if this was Synek’s doing—whether he had thought results were a little slow as well and had tried to speed it along—but whether it was or it wasn’t, she was happy for it.
Iris heard the front door open and close, but she couldn’t take her gaze off what was unfolding in front of her.
“Anything to say, Governor?”
Finally, as he stood next to his car, Spader turned and faced the crowd as the lights shined in his face. He waited until the reporters clamoring eased before he spoke. “The accusations against me are baseless and hold no truth. For the past twenty-one years, I have not only served my country, but I have also been a devoted husband to my wife who I love very much. I suspect that the truth will come out, and my name will be cleared. I have no further comments at this time.”
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