Page 109 of Rogue & Her Hunters
“One of my finest.”
“You’re a con man.”
“A performer. Like you’re a magician.”
“You’re an outlaw.”
“Oh, like you. Are you looking down on the magician’s assistant?”
“At last you get it. Your illusions are deceptive.”
“What about yours? Why shouldItrustyou? We’re the same. I’d say that we are the perfect match.”
“Sorry to interrupt your flirting,” Bird’s voice is tight, “but we appear to be snuggling a sick Beta in our bed. Why don’t we care for him now and interrogate him later?”
“I’m not sick, Cookie,” Joker replies like it’s a reflex. “But I have guns to clean and shit. So, let me up, and I’ll…”
I hold him down with unexpected ease.
Joker must be going down with the flu. Taking over this pack will be easy. One member is ill and the other has been shot.
I don’t tell Bird that interrogating someone when they’re sick is the perfect timing.
In fact, one of the tips my instructors taught me is to make people unwell on purpose with various herbs and plants hidden in food.
Bird doesn’t need to know those types of details, right?
I catch Joker’s eye, before I twist my wrists and with ease, slip my hands out of Joker’s complex rope handcuffs.
The rope falls onto the Beta’s chest.
I flex my reddened wrists, before I waggle my free hands in front of his face. “Magic.”
I let it sink in that I could have escaped at any moment.
Turn about is only fair, right?
Joker’s cheeks flush, as he stares up at me. “I suppose you pegging me is off the table? Because I am so fucking turned on right now.”
Bird’s laugh is bright. “My Alpha is badass.”
I straddle Joker, pinning him to the bed.
My grin is wicked, as I lean down. “The Adonis family had a file on you. Just before everything went to shit and I was sent to the ABO Facility, you were my next mission. I was ordered to assassinate you.”
Joker’s smile fades. He goes very still.
His expression is unreadable. “Good to know.”
“Why do you think that was?” I persist.
“Probably because we were disrupting a lot of mob operations.” Joker’s breathing is too shallow. “Are you still loyal to them? Am I still your next mission? A hit?”
He attempts to twist out of my hold, but I slam him back onto the bed.
He’s far weaker than he should be.
“Ro.” Bird reaches for Joker’s wrist, testing his pulse. “Something’s really not right.”
