Deadly Love

We Meet Again

(1006 words)
Author's Note: Sorry for not including the details of their night at the end. This chapter has so much to unpack that it felt like too much for one chapter.
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Summer's POV:

"Why hello again, doll. I thought after our last interaction, I would never see you again. But here we are. Those gorgeous eyes staring me down once again. And I see you brought a little boy toy with you. To what shall I owe this pleasure," Blackwell booms throughout the room.

I quickly respond, "You know exactly why we are here. We both owe each other something, and we are here to negotiate the terms."

As I respond, I can feel Malice's piercing stare directly through my skull. I can almost read his thoughts - How the hell do you know him? Did he call you doll? What the fuck are you hiding?

"Oh yes, I understand that very well. My only question is, why are you, doll, involved in this? I thought you were more of an independent worker," Blackwell questioned of me.

"My darling, is here because of me. I trust her to handle this ordeal just as well as she handles me," he finishes his statement with a subtle look down. I quickly swat him on the arm for his unprofessional actions - even if it was kinda hot.

"Well why don't you let me and your lady here talk a bit in private, but don't worry she's still all yours. I already have someone sucking my dick at night and she's over eighteen," Blackwell says while playing with the his ring, subtly hinting at the slightly illegal age gap and his new marriage. Well, new to me at least.

"It's okay I got this," I assure Malice.

"I just don't trust him darling," Malice spits out with a death glare towards the man ahead of us.

"Then trust me, baby," I softly whisper into his ear. He looks surprised, but excited by the pet name an gives a nod before exiting the room.

Just as the heavy doors shut, Blackwell starts to make his way towards me. Our eyes lock in a deep, questioning stare.

"So new name and new wife, huh. You're a whole new man, Axis," I chuckle.

He approaches me, his glare deepened by my comment. "Well Arya, ever since our last exchange, I've changed," he sneers.

"Oh really?"

"Yeah, we'll sort of. Ever since our deal, I've had to clear my name just as you did. Unlike you this is only my second identity."

"Don't you dare bring up a past you know nothing about!"

"Oh, I know a little bit more than nothing. Miss assassin. Who do you think trained you? I stayed anonymous for my safety, but I guess the cat's out of the bag. You were my best student."

"No! You definitely did not train me. My trainer cared for me when my parents didn't. For seven years, my trainer was my only caregiver and the closest thing I had to family, and you could never care for anyone. That's why you hired ME to eliminate your entire family line. INCLUDING YOUR SON! Who, may I point out, was my age at the time!" I scream directly in his face.

"Well, doll, I was your trainer and nothing can change that. As for our deal, I thought we agreed to never speak of that again. You helped to limit what people could use to manipulate me and in the process helped me reset to become the man standing before you today.

Now, let's put our arguments aside and focus on the deal at hand. Here's the thing, you would absolutely hate for your little boyfriend to hear about your blood-stained past, right? So, here's my proposition, either I can hold up my end of the deal I made with your boy, and he can also hear all your dark little secrets. Or, the deal you came to negotiate is dropped, and I'll keep my mouth shut. Your choice. Now what'll it be doll?"

"Okay, one, stop calling me that ridiculous name. Two, I should've expected nothing less from a pretentious dick like yourself, but Malice cannot hear of any part of my past or it'll ruin my current mission. With that said, forget your deal with him. Trust me, I'll take the fall for this deal not working out, and after tonight, he'll forget all about your dumb little deal. One last thing though, remember that you still owe me a favor, and one of these days I will be back to collect it. I expect that you'll be ready when that day comes," I say with a strong handshake, and turn towards the door behind me.

I throw the doors open and start my strut down the hall. "He will not be completing his end of the deal, but unlike Blackwell I am a woman of my word. Let's go now, or I will change my mind," I command over my shoulder as I continue my walk towards the door. The old man opens the door and I nod towards him as I exit and head down the grand staircase and into Malice's blacked-out Mustang.

Malice's POV:

"What the hell happened in there?!" I shout at Summer once we start the drive back. "You knew Blackwell! In addition, you failed the negotiation that you said you could handle!" I spit out furiously.

"Instead of screaming at me now and making me want to switch vehicles. Why don't you wait to take out your anger tonight in bed, or floor, wall, hot tub, countertop, or whatever surface you prefer. It is your punishment for me, so I have no opinion in the matter," she says, smirking.

Her comment peaks the interest of what is now pushing at my zipper, and shuts me up until we arrive at my personal cabin.

"Get out, and get your pretty little ass on my bed. I have to grab a few things, but by the time I enter that bedroom, I expect to find you unclothed and ready for more pain and pleasure than you've ever experienced before," I order Summer as I open her car door.