Play Dirty (Wages of Sin #2) - Neve Wilder Page 0,62

made him come again, but this thing between them couldn’t be fixed with sex. Maybe pizza and bad television was the key to crossing the divide between them.

Dr. Eastman arrived promptly at ten the following morning. Both Az and Madi had been leery of bringing the doctor to the safe house, but there was nothing to be done about it. Dr. Eastman only did house calls it seemed, which Az supposed was good, since they couldn’t leave the apartment, but also bad since it meant Dr. Eastman was clearly used to handling himself. One didn’t walk into the lair of a psychopath regularly without knowing how to protect themselves.

Az stood up from the couch as Madi answered the door in his bare feet, his slightly too large jeans hanging low on his hips, the black t-shirt he wore leaving a one-inch square of flesh exposed just above his waistline. Az could feel his cock harden just looking at it, just looking at Madi, with his messy hair and the red mark on his neck where Az had bit down as he’d let Madi use him again that morning.

“John?” the doctor asked as he entered.

“Yes, please come in. I trust you found the place alright?”

“Yes, I also followed your instructions to ensure I wasn’t tailed.”

Az studied the doctor. He’d expected somebody old and decrepit with two PhDs, but this man was no more than thirty-five. He was fit in a way that made Az think he spent his mornings pulling his body down the lanes of a swimming pool, not lifting weights in a gym. His thick chestnut hair was perfectly coiffed, and wire-rimmed glasses highlighted his angled jaw and startling pale green eyes. He wore a pair of tailored herringbone pants with a canary yellow sweater vest and a white button-down shirt that should’ve looked ridiculous but didn’t.

“This is Akil,” Madi said when they reached the sofa. The doctor shook Az’s hand and then took a seat in the single armchair, leaving Az and Madi to sit together on the sofa.

“Thank you for agreeing to see us on such short notice,” Az said, running his palms along his knees.

Madi’s gun was tucked into the couch cushions between them, and Az had a knife from the kitchen nearby, but he was leery of using it. Knives were messy, and he wanted to walk away from this encounter with everybody intact. They just needed to be patient, something Madi had short supply of lately.

Dr. Eastman crossed his legs and studied the two of them. “I am booked for the next six months, but I’m afraid my curiosity got the better of me. I’ve never seen anything like you two before.”

“Us two?” Madi asked, sounding confused.

“Yes, your intake sheet said you were both diagnosed with borderline personality disorder and sociopathy.”

Az frowned. “Isn’t that who you usually treat? We got your name from…a friend, another client.”

“Certainly, borderline personality disorder, malignant narcissism, sociopathy, psychopathy. I’ve treated murderers, rapists, child killers, but I’ve never provided two sociopaths with…marriage counseling.”

Madi’s expression was mutinous, but it quickly disappeared under a veil of a scowl. “That’s not exactly—”

Az bit back a smile. Cas definitely had gone out of his way to dangle a big carrot in front of the man.

“My husband does not like to admit weakness, I’m afraid,” Az said, cutting Madi off with a hard look. “We’ve been… Well, we’ve been having some trust issues.” Madi’s eyes bulged, but Az wasn’t willing to waste this opportunity. “Have wenot, motek?” Az prompted. “I put you in a compromised position after you gave me your trust, and I violated it. No?”

“Yes,” Madi ground out.

“I’ve apologized, but it’s brought up some issues from his past. Although, you must admit, you violated my trust first. You said I betrayed you and couldn’t be trusted when I was just as in the dark about that ambush as you were.”

“Yet, as soon as I was gone, you ran right back to your contact and then you fucking kidnapped me,” Madi growled.

“I’m sorry,” Dr. Eastman cut in. “But may I get some background information on your relationship?”

“It’s not a relationship,” Madi snapped.

Az took a deep breath and blew it out, giving a patient smile to the doctor. “What he means is we’re not officially married. In our line of work, we don’t believe in government interference.”

The doctor nodded. “How long have you been together?”

“Barely three months,” Madi said.

“That’s also not the truth. John lives in half-truths. We’ve been dancing around each other for years.