Motown Showdown by K.S. Adkins Read Free Book Online

refusing to miss out. “Okay, start from the beginning.”
    She did.

Gadget was becoming reckless. To a point, he always had been, but now? It’s as if he does it on purpose because he knows I’ll be there like he’s testing me. I almost didn’t make it this time. How I made, it was pure luck because he should be dead right now. Seeing the mark, I didn’t even dial it in, just fired and almost missed. His handler sent him out on a bunk mission. The mark wasn’t a job; he was one of us. The fool never bothers to check in, network or research his hits. Because of this lack, I was just forced to take out one of my own to save his ass.
    The years spent protecting him, honing him, weren’t having the desired effect. The idea was to bring him to my side, but the longer this went on, the more careless he became. I realized he might not live long enough to choose a side.
    If Gadget continued to ignore the rules, I’d have to kill him myself.
     
    They wanted my history, and I was just blown enough to give it to them with a smile on my face. Kandace wasn’t kidding, whatever she gave me was good shit. I was happy to share my story (Well, let’s face it, I was always happy), I was proud of it, hell I earned it. Gage needed to hear it, so he understood but, all I could think of was getting a spanking, which meant his hands would be on me. Those dark hands turning my ass pink sounded glorious.
    The way he watches me is intense like I’m beautiful to him.
    It wasn’t until he saw you free of makeup that his eyes lit up … Perfect, now I’m being reasonable.
    Gage has always been super alpha but having it aimed at me was hot. Yes, he’s shallow and I should hold a grudge but I just…can’t. Anyone who watches Star Wars knows the force is strong, that it’s impossible to resist. The force was really strong in this one, and if he wanted me to call him Vader, Luke or fuck it, Chewbacca, I’d do it on all fours. That’s just the kind of girl I am.
    He’s still trying to figure me out, I can see him piecing it together and I want to tell him when he does to fill me in because I’m clueless. From the beginning, he and I had this weird chemistry. We’ve never shared space, and I found that I liked it, craved more of it. That all the years of flirting, guardian angel detail, and other women wasn’t for nothing because well, Gage was something . He was worth waiting for. He was worth risking my life for. He was my purpose.
    Mine .
    Bet your sweet ass he would be.
    “From the time I could walk and hold a brush, I loved makeup.” I start because if I didn’t I was going to crawl into his lap butt naked. Not how I wanted to get to know the lovebirds… “Obviously, as you’ve seen, I use it to change my appearance, to blend. Well, I was playing with said makeup when some bad men showed up threatening my parents. My dad owned the agency I now run with my grandpa, Bobo. Anyway, hitters have a rule which Gage will tell you we live by. It’s simple, we don’t kill each other, ever. I was in makeup blending into the curtains when they showed up. I memorized their faces out of habit. When they left, he knew they’d come back. So he looked at me and said, the trees, Pep . I did what I was told and started climbing. My mother refused to leave his side, so they died together.” They died because I didn’t make it in time … Watching their expressions, they ranged from intrigue to pity, to outrage. The outrage belonged to Gage. “I was raised in a hitter’s world. As far back as I could remember. My parents told me they had enemies and that I had to be alert. I started hunting when I was seven and possessed an accuracy my dad and grandpa envied. When Bobo asked me if I was ready to mete out justice, I said yes.”
    “Oh my God,” Kandace whispers clutching Rome. “How old were you?”
    “Thirteen.”
    “You killed two men when you were thirteen?” Rome asks already seeing the truth but asking anyway.
    “The rumors