Sold to the Hitman by Logan Chance
Seven
Titan
Son of a bitch.I help Blue into the truck and stalk around the hood to hop into the driver’s side.
“What’s going on? Who was that man?”
“I’ll explain everything once we’re gone.”
I drive us back toward my place. I need to call Rogue on a secure line and see who hired him for this hit.
I’m seething. Because this shot my plans for the evening. Every part of me wants to be taking Blue home to explore her sweet body instead of dealing with this shit.
I didn’t plan on kissing Blue on the dance floor, but after she sniffed me, and her eyes… she was just too damn sexy to not lay my lips all over hers. And the moment our mouths met, I forgot my own name.
I forgot about the mission.
I forgot where we were. All I could think about was getting myself closer to her. And now here I am, trying to tame an angry beast of a hard on so I can deal with this madness.
Gunner Marble.
That’s who Steele was talking to at the party.
Gunner Marble, the man who taught me everything about being a hitman. He was the first person I met when I started with Ruthless Corp. many years ago.
He took me under his wing, teaching me everything about the business. Hell, I considered him a friend… until one day he just disappeared.
I tried searching for him for a short time but gave up when I couldn’t get any leads.
I still can’t believe he’s the man I’m supposed to kill.
I left the party because I couldn’t risk the chance of him seeing me, and I couldn’t let Steele tell him I bought a woman because Gunner knows me better than that.
He knows I’d never buy a woman.
But I did.
Because I couldn’t let this one get away. Have I lost my mind?
I turn my head to stare at Blue as I wait for a red light to turn green.
“Who was that man?” she asks again.
I shake my head, not ready to go down this path with her.
“You can talk to me, Titan.” She wraps her hand around my bicep, gently rubbing my arm.
I push on the accelerator as the light turns green. “I guess you can say he was my mentor.”
“Ah.” She leans back in her seat, waiting for me to finish my story.
“I trusted him for many years and then one day he went away.”
“Poof, gone.”
“Exactly,” I reply. “I could never understand how he could leave me like he did. We were like family.”
“I’m so sorry.”
Pity is not what I want from Blue. She strokes my bicep and maybe I do want her pity. Silent, I speed down the street, making it to my home in the Hills in record time. I pull into the driveway and shut off the engine, wanting to forget about Gunner Marble for a while.
That won’t happen, because I need to let Rogue know I’ve spotted Gunner. Find out who wants the hit on him. Because… this is a hit I might not be able to fulfill. And that’s never happened to me before. I’ve always been able to take care of any job that’s come my way. Always.
I try to picture it. A gun in my hand. Me aiming it at Gunner. Would I really be able to pull the trigger?
“Are you ok?” Blue asks as I open her door.
“Yeah, I just need to talk to my boss, Rogue.”
“Ok, I can Uber back to my place and give you some time alone.”
“Not a chance in hell.”
“I’m not in any danger. No one even knows we’re onto them.”
I inch closer. “I’m not taking any chances.”
“Ok.”
She follows me into the house, and I make sure she knows to make herself at home before I head into my office, shutting the door behind me.
On a sigh, I dial Rogue’s number.
“Hey,” I say when he answers. “You alone?”
“Yeah, man. What’s up?”
“You’ll never believe who Steele is buying from.”
“Who?” Rogue asks in a hurry.
“Gunner.”
There’s silence on the other end of the line, and I know Rogue is trying to process what this all means. “Gunner Marble?”
“The one and only.”
“That makes no sense.”
“Who hired you? Who put the hit out on him?”
“You know I don’t have that information.” He curses under his breath. “You know the hits come in through an encrypted messaging system, and the money is untraceable.”
“Think we should bail?”
“Ok, here’s what we’re gonna do,” Rogue says, taking charge. “You’re going to keep digging. Find out what you can. And I’m going to do some investigating on my end. See if I can figure out who paid for the hit.”
“I’ll keep you updated.” Before I can say anything else, I hear my truck start in the driveway. “Fucking shit. I gotta go, Rogue.” I slam the phone in its cradle and rush through the house, straight out into the driveway.
I’m too late. She’s gone. I watch the back tail lights disappear into the night.
Well, this just won’t do. I race back inside to grab my keys to my motorcycle in the garage. I need to catch her. I hop on my Harley and race after her.
Shit just got too serious for her to think she can do this all on her own.
