Page 107 of Adam
We ride through the expansive garden in front of the ridiculously big mansion, stopping right at the entrance stairs.
Ah, that thrill, that adrenaline I feel coursing through my veins as I get closer to him is all-consuming. It gets more feral by the second.
“Wasn’t that too easy?” Wes asks as he removes his helmet.
“Please,” I say, pulling off mine. “When people expect you, they roll out the red carpet and forget to lock the doors.” I give him a wink. “Enjoy it.”
He rolls his eyes so hard I’m surprised they’re still in his skull.
“Fine. Move your ass,” he growls, walking ahead.
Fucker.
A big bastard blocks the entrance, arms crossed. He touches the earpiece tucked behind his ear.
“They’re here, boss.”
“Let them in.”
“Nice.” I roll my shoulders and walk forward.
The big wardrobe guy steers us down the hall and dumps us in the room outside Anderson’s office. Figures.
“Knock on the door,” he growls, brows knotted like some hulking Viking.
Then he’s gone, leaving us with that familiar little thought that maybe knocking is a bad idea, but not knocking is worse. It’s like playing truth or dare.
I will always pick the dare.
“Are you sure about this?” Wes grabs my arm before I grab the knob.
“Scaredy cat.”
“It’s just you and me,” he whisper-shouts, eyes blown wide and jittery. “He’s got hordes waiting on a signal, and I amnotdying next to you, or for you.”
“Do you trust me?” I ask.
“No.”
I shrug. “Fair enough.”
Honestly, that’s the smartest thing he’s said all day. Trusting me would be stupid. I’m supposed to kill him once this is over, anyway. Liability, loose end, wrong place at the wrong time because I stepped in. Kind of a shitty reason to erase someone, but that’s how it works. One minute you’re useful, the next minute you’re paperwork. Orders are orders, and I’ve learned not to think too hard about how thin the line is between asset and problem or get sentimental about it.
“Just follow my lead,” I say.
“Why are you friendly with me all of a sudden?” he snaps, suspicious and jumpy.
I let out a slow breath, already tired of him. “Relax. I was bored. Don’t flatter yourself. I’m not asking you to braid my hair or hold my hand.”
I shove the door wide open. Oops. I guess I skipped the part where I listen to the giant’s instructions. Typical me.
And would you look at that.
“Look what we have here.” I clap my hands once and start prowling closer, already enjoying this a little too much.
“Adam?” Michael stutters, jerking his gun up at me.
Just the man I wanted to see.
