Chapter Twenty-Eight

“Angel?” I answer.

She doesn’t respond, setting me on edge instantly.

“Angel, what’s wrong?”

Suddenly, a giggling sound comes through my earbud.

“Why do you call me angels?” she slurs lightly before giggling again.

I frown at that, looking around the empty rooftop I’m staked out on before speaking again.

“Are you drunk?” I ask.

“Nooooo,” she says with a laugh. “But your brother is. We played a drinking game, and I won!” she cheers.

Anger pricks at my skin as I gnash my teeth together. Dominic is fucking drunk? When he should be watching and protecting her? When Maxim is out here watching us like a hawk, waiting for us to make a mistake, and he gets drunk and leaves her vulnerable?

The thought of packing up my shit right here and now and jumping on a plane back to her is tempting, but I know if I don’t finish this job, there will be a lot worse things coming our way a lot sooner. It’s best for everyone if I keep my head down and go to work.

“Are you safe?” I ask her.

“About as safe as I can get in this fucking fortress mansion in the sky thingy,” she rambles.

A bit of amusement pulls my lips up into a barely there smile at her slurring. Of course she’s goddamn precious when she’s drunk. I’d expect nothing less from my angel.

“I want you to go take two acetaminophen and a big glass of water right now, okay?”

Instead of answering, she just giggles.

“You smell so good.” Her voice practically moans through the phone. “You’re such a bad man, how do you smell so goooood?”

I frown at that as she continues.

“I’m in your bed, Zayden.” She snickers.

My eyebrows shoot up at that as I smirk.

“Oh yeah? And what are you doing there, angel?”

“Playing with my clit,” she says, her nervous smile practically audible through the phone.

Fuck. My cock instantly hardens, which is not ideal seeing as I’m lying on my chest on a cold rooftop, looking down a sniper scope, and waiting for my target who should be coming up for his nightly cigar any minute.

“What are you doing playing with yourself in my bed, angel?”

“I think I miss you,” she groans.

“You think?”

“Mhmm. I’m not sure because the idea sounds dumb, but I want to see you right now. I want you next to me in your bed.”

“I want that too, sweetheart. Why don’t you tell me what you’re doing and what you’re thinking about, and it’ll be like I’m there?”

“Okay,” she pants. “I’m rubbing my clit with my fingers, and it feels so fucking good.”

I press my cock against the stone roof, seeking out any kind of possible relief as I speak.

“Yeah, angel? Why don’t you go ahead and slip a finger inside for me.”

“S-sure,” she stutters as she inhales sharply.

“There you go, angel. Does it feel like I’m with you now?”

“N-no. T-too small. You’re so big.”

“Good point. Put three more fingers inside yourself.”

“Three?” she balks.

“Three,” I command.

A pause of silence comes before she’s gasping into my ears.

“Fuck, Zayden. Yes.”

“Good girl. Now I want you to fuck yourself with those fingers the way I would.”

“Okay,” she agrees all too easily before she begins moaning and whimpering through the phone.

Fuck this. I roll onto my back quickly, pulling my cock out and tossing my glove to the side before I begin stroking my cock. Her little noises already have my cock leaking with precum, and as soon as I get a tight grip on myself, I feel my balls begin to draw up.

“What are you thinking about, angel? Talk to me.” I rasp.

“You and Dom,” she gasps.

That has my movements pausing for a moment before she continues.

“He told me that you guys have had a threesome together. With some other girl. I’m?—”

“Jealous?” I finish.

She whimpers in response.

“Aw, angel. No need to be jealous. I promise when I get back, my brother and I can make you feel so good. Don’t even worry.”

“He would never share me,” she says, though it sounds more like a pout.

“Don’t be so sure. There are things about Dominic you don’t know. I think he might just love sharing you, it’s me who won’t share you, sweetheart.”

“But please, Zayden. Please. I want you both. I want to feel both of your hands on me, your mouths, your?—”

“Shhh, no need to beg. I’d do anything for you, including share you with my brother for a night.”

“Just one night?” she asks, disappointment heavy in her breathy tone.

Sharing is definitely more up Dominic’s preferences than mine, but how can I say no to anything my angel asks when she’s begging so beautifully?

“Ask me nicely,” I say as I begin beating my cock faster and faster. “Ask me if I’ll let my woman have me and my brother together.”

“Z-Zayden, can I please have you and your brother together?”

“Fuck! Such a good girl. Are you my woman, angel? All mine?”

She’s silent for a moment, only her breathy pants coming in through the phone.

“I’m Dom’s, Zayden.”

Disappointment and anger bloom inside me, and I’m ready to fucking explode when her voice softens.

“But maybe I could be yours too.”

It’s not what I want to hear, but she’s softening to me, opening up, and all I need is for her to open a little more so that I can break her open entirely.

“You’re already mine, angel. Always have been. Now be a good girl and come. Come all over your fingers. If I don’t find my sheets stained with your orgasm when I get home, I’m not gonna be happy.”

“Zayden,” she gasps. “Zayden, I?—”

“Come,” I command.

In the next moment, she emits a scream so loud it will no doubt be heard down the whole fucking block. A rush of pleasure blinds me temporarily as my balls tighten before releasing. I cup the head of my cock with my hand, making sure to catch every drop as my cock throbs with its release.

We’re both silent for a moment as I grab a rag out of my duffel beside me and clean myself up.

“Zayden?” she asks softly, insecurity tinting her words as the sound of a door opening from across the way catches my attention.

I roll over onto my stomach, lining up the scope and emptying one into his frontal lobe before he can even light his cigar.

“I’m coming home, angel.”

With that, I hang up the phone, pack up my gear, and run to my getaway driver. Technically, I don’t need to run, I’ve got more than enough time before his security team will check on him, and since there are no cameras up here or in the alley where my car is waiting, I’m in the clear. I’m not running because of the job, though. I’m running because of her. To her. She better be ready when I get there.