Wicked Love •Book Two•

Chapter 3

I knew that all of us being in the same room as Tether and Andrea wouldn't be the best idea. But I didn't think it would be this bad.

The tension in this room, could cut fucking glass.

Tether had taken the seat next to me, the seat meant for Grey. But Grey said nothing, ignoring it and sat across from us beside Landon.

"Hello, love." Tether whispers to me, lowering his head. "It's been far too long."

I roll my eyes. "It hasn't been long enough for me."

Tether smiles. "I'm thrilled to see you haven't lost your bite in all this chaos."

I open my mouth to reply but Grey beats me to it. "I'm not in the mood for your games, Tether, so if we could please get to it?"

Tether's eyes shift to Grey, even though his body still leans close to me. "What exactly do you want?" Tether grates.

Arrow shifts on the other side of me, his hand reaching for me and resting on my thigh.

"We want you to kill Ivy."

The room is quiet.

Tether sits up. Andrea who'd been playing uninterested this whole time leaned in closer from her place at the head of the table. I wasn't surprised when she took that seat. It was easy to see she liked being the center of attention.

"I'm sorry, I think I'm going to need you to elaborate." Tether finally admitted.

"We want you to agree to that hit, the one you were emailed a few days ago." Grey rolls up the sleeves of his black button up. "We're going to set it up, a place for you to take her out, and fake her death. You'll get the money. We'll get this hit off our backs. It's a win-win."

Tether glances over at me like he can't believe I'm agreeing to this. "So what you're going into hiding for the rest of your life? That's mad."

I shake my head. "Just until this blows over."

His eyes narrow. "You expect a hit to just blow over?"

I mean yes, considering they don't really want me dead. They want my father dead.

But Tether didn't need to know the details. We'd agreed not to tell him that part.

So I shrug and look at Grey. His dark eyes meet mine, his face indifferent. "We're hopeful." I say. "It's better than actually dying."

Tether shakes his head and looks at Grey then down the table at Arrow. "Just find who sent the hit. Kill them and get it taken down."

Well see, we can't do that because the hit is actually on my father and we really do want them to kill my father. Because you know, he's a psychopath who wants to force me into marriage with one of his men to keep the family name alive.

But nobody admits to that part.

"We tried," Landon says. "It's impossible. When I tried to track the IP address it was all encrypted with viruses and firewalls, there's no way."

"We have it all planned out. We just need you there to take the shot." Arrow pushes, trying to steer the conversation.

"This is crazy," Andrea speaks up. "If we get caught, whoever the fuck it is will be up our ass. We're not faking a hit."

But Tether doesn't say anything. He just stares at Grey through narrowed eyes.

For fucks sake, you could hear a damn pin drop in here.

"You're the only one I trust," Grey admits. "You're the only one I'd trust to do this."

I can see in his body language that saying it hurt his pride. But it seems to work because Tether nods slowly. "Okay," He sighs, giving me a sideways glance. "Let's hear your plan."

***

I left halfway through the 4th time of them going through the plan.

You can only hear so much about your own death. Fake death or not. That shit was exhausting.

Landon followed me out, his steps echoed behind mine as we walked to my room.

I thought about getting Drago from my sisters room but there was no noise inside so I figured she and Amber were still sleeping.

Collapsing onto my bed, I hear Landon huff and grab the remote. He flips the TV on and reruns of Friends begin to play. It's the episode where Rachel losses Ross's monkey.

"What if Tether just shoots me in the head?" I wonder aloud.

Landon scoffs. "No way, you've got that man wound like a top. You'll be lucky if he even shoots at all."

I roll my eyes. "Shut the fuck up."

My eyes run down my sleeve of tattoos. I'd gotten most of them in my early 20's. The Medusa on my bicep. The roses on my forearm. The skeleton hands holding a swallow. All somehow meshed together. I still wasn't sure exactly why I did it. Aside from liking the way they looked. And liking the pain a bit. But I think it was a statement, especially after my mother passed that I was on my own now. Making my own decisions. Maybe dumb decisions, but decisions nonetheless.

"Fuck, marry, kill: Rachel, Monica and Phoebe. Go." Landon interrupts my thoughts.

"Hmm," I ponder. "Fuck Phoebe. Marry Rachel, kill Monica."

"You'd kill Monica?" He looks shocked.

"Wouldn't you? She's exhausting."

"She's hot. I'd fuck Monica and kill Phoebe." He looks back at me from his spot at the end of my bed. He'd been smart about not getting to close to me. Grey was getting along with him but he'd still rip out of his throat if he laid a hand on me.

"Phoebe is so kind and sweet, how could you do that?" I mock horror.

The door opens before he can respond and Arrow strides in, kissing my forehead before he slips into the bed beside me.

"Anything happen after we left?" Landon looks back at him.

Arrow shakes his head. "Nope," His blue eyes find mine. "You have three days."

Three days.

Three days to spend time with my sister. Three days to be outside and live like a normal human. Three days before I was locked into a safe house for who knows how long. Three days before I would be perceived as dead.

"I'm gonna go check in with Lucas," Landon stands and slips out of my room. Shutting the door behind him.

Arrow runs a finger down my cheek. "How're you doing?"

I gently grab his finger and drag it down to my lips, pulling it into my mouth. His blue eyes darken, and his body shifts. I suck on his finger, grazing my teeth along the side and running my tongue along the tip.

"Poison_"

"Distract me," I say, releasing his finger. "Please Arrow."

He stares down at me, searching my face. Like he's trying to find my consent there. He has it. And to prove it, I push myself up and capture his lips. His arms wrap around my waist, and he plucks me from my spot on my bed and sets me on top of him. Never breaking our lips.

My thighs clench around him and I start to ride him through our clothes. Rubbing his growing erection through his jeans.

He lets out a hiss as his hands clench around my hips. But he doesn't stop me, he just helps me move, his hands helping me ride. Shifting me back and forth over his cock.

"Poison," He groans. "I didn't come in here for this."

I shake my head, lost in the way he feels beneath me. Hard and warm and strong. "Do you not want it?" I pant back.

He growls, bringing our foreheads together. "I want it. I want you on my cock. Begging for more of me. I'm going to fuck you until we can't move. I want to watch you come undone over and over again until you beg me to stop." His tongue slides along my lower lip. " I'm going to get what I want, right Poison?"