Two Hitmen: A Double Bad Boy Mafia Romance (Lawless Book 1) Read Free Page B

bullshit drugs, and he wants us to whack one of his own dealers.”

    “That’s right,” Declan chewed the inside of his cheek. “I guess he thinks that will make him the big number one gangster here in Zitville.”

    Liam’s head shook. “Hasn’t got the balls to do it himself, but he still thinks he’s going to be top dog, calling in some out of town help.”

    “Sounds too dumb to live, right?”

    Liam said, “Just supposing, alright, just for a moment imagine that we offered to off the fuckup for her. What do you think the ripe and juicy Mrs Cullen might say?”

    Declan’s voice was serious. “It’s business, Liam. Don’t go getting off track now. We’re here to do a job.”

    “I know.” Liam’s voice was sad, “All these sketchy little nothing towns, though. Wouldn’t it be something just once to pick up a souvenir?”

Chapter Four

    I N THE POLISHED wood hallway of our Georgian fronted house, the taller of them, Pennsylvania, said, “What the hell’s a woman like you doing with a piece of shit like Hollis Cullen?”

    I thought, You don’t think I’ve been asking myself that very same question, every hour of every goddamned day? But I said sharply, as sharply as I could at least, “I told you, I’m his wife.”

    “Well, Mrs Cullen,” the sparkle in the other man’s New England twang made everything seem light, no matter what he said. It was like a soft, lilting song. A country breeze. “You got some surprising taste in men, that’s all that I’ll say about it.”

    I told him, “Taste didn’t come into it.” A sour note had crept into my voice. Why I should have opened up like that, exposed myself to these two strangers, I had no idea. All that I knew was how liberating it felt.

    Pennsylvania leant towards me a little, raised a mocking eyebrow, “You mean you just married him for his money?”

    My lips pursed as I slapped his face. Hard.  

    He said, “I suppose I should take that for a ‘no,’ would you say, Liam?”

    He touched his cheek where I’d hit him and it colored up. My fingers stung. It hadn’t displaced his sarcastic grin, though, it still glimmered, making me want to do it again. Slap him even harder.

    My lips pulled between my teeth as the tingling sting on my fingers faded. As it went I wanted to feel the hardness of his face again. The other man looked at him long and hard. He had said his partner’s name. How I knew that was what his look meant, I don’t know, but I was sure of it. The knowledge was like the echo of a big bell, deep underwater.

    Maybe it was just a name they used when they were working, like in that old movie where the bad guys call each other, ‘Mr White’ and ‘Mr Pink.’ And the who’s one called ‘Mr Pink’ kicks off about it.

    In our hallway was a full length mirror and I watched the reflection of Pennsylvania’s eyes over the tops of his shades. They snaked up the backs of my legs. Where his eyes peered, I trembled.

    Slowly following how the sheen of gunmetal nylon hugged the sweep of my calves, the soft valleys behind my knees, his gaze stroked up the now zinging curves of my thighs. His tongue slipped out along his lips as he checked my inner thighs a second time and came at last to rest around my ass.

    He blinked slowly. When his eyes flashed open, they went straight into mine and a depth charge went off in the pit of my stomach. Hot molten lava spilled out into my panties.

    They prowled around the kitchen. Then the mess that Hollis calls his office. Pennsylvania sent New England to look upstairs. I heard his footsteps in the hallway, in the bathroom. The spare room. Then in our bedroom.

    Pennsylvania was standing near and the heat of his body penetrated my thin dress. My throat caught as I inhaled the spicy cologne and the sweet manly scent of him behind it. His breath was near enough for me to taste. As it crept across my tongue, I wished I could run my lips up along the column of warm, sweetened air. Slip my