Play Dirty (Wages of Sin #2) - Neve Wilder Page 0,20
of disarray, some looking as if they could barely stand as others helped them from the truck. They weren’t all adults; some of them were likely not even old enough for high school. “Jesus Christ.”
“Still think I should wait to put a bullet in this piece of shit?” Madi asked.
No. “Yes. It’s the only way. If they’re meeting up, it’s likely Bennington is the buyer. I want both of these fuckers out of commission for good.”
They continued to watch until the two men with DiMarco ushered the frantic girls into the house and the truck left the way it came. Az tried not to think for too long on what they had likely already endured. Sometimes, compartmentalization was the only thing that kept him sane. The men and women he killed often had it coming. Most people didn’t pay six figures to murder a spouse or lover. It was almost always about something illegal or immoral, often both.
“You think Red knows the targets are still active?” Az asked.
“Fuck if I know. They won’t be for long, though. Let’s go. I’ve seen enough for one day.”
The villa was a fucking oasis, especially after spending hours in the stifling heat of an abandoned attic. Az intended to enjoy the luxury. After all, he’d paid for it. Madi clearly didn’t feel the same. He prowled around the place like a caged panther, muttering under his breath, unwilling to admit that though the place was small, it was spectacular.
Az didn’t require luxury to survive, but he splurged when he could, and this villa was not only a splurge but also a necessity. While it had hardwood floors, a gourmet kitchen, and a bathroom bigger than most of the hotel rooms they’d shared, it also boasted a top-notch security system and some much needed privacy. Madi seemed upset that there was only one bedroom, but to be fair, when Az had asked to book the place, he hadn’t factored in Madi laying down his ridiculous ground rule.
Not that Az believed for a second Madi would stick to it.
In the bedroom, Az stripped off his sweaty clothes before striding naked through the house. Madi grimaced as he passed, pushing a button on the wall. The floor to ceiling living room windows began to retract, disappearing into the walls so there was no barrier between the interior and exterior. Az strode out onto the dark stained deck to the sparkling crystal blue waters of the lap pool. The patio sat surrounded on three sides by a twenty-foot wall of indigenous flowers and bright green vegetation, hiding the concrete beneath. This villa was Az’s idea of heaven, if heaven was fortified with bulletproof glass and a panic room.
Az dove into the pool, the water a cool balm against his overheated skin. He sliced through the surface in ten powerful strokes before pulling himself out and sprawling naked on a padded white lounge chair. He splayed his legs wide, soft cock resting against his thigh, limbs hanging off either side, the balls of his feet warm from the wooden deck. He closed his eyes, enjoying the sun on his skin, listening as Madi continued to stalk the place, smiling to himself as he heard the faucet kick on in the kitchen. There were only so many places Madi could go, and most of them overlooked the pool.
Az put one arm behind his head before taking himself in hand, lazily stroking as he imagined Madi watching. He worked his cock until it was thick and throbbing, his hips rocking up into his still wet fist. This wasn’t quite how he’d imagined spending his time in the villa with Madi. He’d much rather have been fucking into the tight slick channel of Madi’s ass or even gripping his hair as he fucked into his convulsing throat. But Az would be lying if he said having the heavy weight of Madi’s gaze on him wasn’t doing it for him. He rather liked the idea of putting on a show for the grumpy fuck.
Did Madi like watching? Were his eyes glued to Az’s hand as he twisted his tightened fist up his shaft, swiping his thumb over his crown? Was he caught up in the way Az tilted his head back in pleasure, biting his bottom lip as his chest rose and fell rapidly, his ab muscles clenched as he worked himself to completion? Was he wishing he could touch him? Fuck him? Slide his fingers inside as Az touched himself?