Hero Unmasked: 3 (Heroes of Saturn) by Anna Alexander

Author:Anna Alexander
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Tags: Erotica
ISBN: 9781419947612
Published: 2013-08-29T22:00:00+00:00

Sparks flew off the end of the lit cigarette as it sailed out the window of the car and sputtered a quick death in the soggy grass.

This was good. This was damn good. Trevor punched the number on his cell phone he was told to use only under the direst of circumstances.

“Donovan,” came the reply after the tenth ring. At least the call didn’t go to voicemail.

“Yo, man, it’s Trevor. Get me Smithwick.”

“It’s Mr. Smithwick to you, Skeeter. And no.” The line went dead.

Motherfucker. He hated that nickname. The senior assholes got to name the new recruits and they usually chose a moniker that tended to piss off the recipient.

Trevor hit redial and waited. And waited. And waited. The second the line picked up he shouted, “Fucking prick. I will own you one day.”

“Lofty ambition, Skeeter.”

“Mr. Smithwick.” Holy shit. “I’m sorry, sir. I thought you were someone else.”

“You contacted me. Didn’t you?”

Trevor shivered in his seat. He didn’t know where Mr. Smithwick was from, but the accent was foreign, a mix of Indian and British that sounded cold and menacing, yet undetached at the same time. It was a dangerous accent, like the man could cut you to ribbons and not give a damn. There was no passion, just precision, and it scared the shit out of him.

“Yes, uh, yes sir. I did.” He swallowed hard and worked to produce enough saliva in his suddenly parched mouth to continue the conversation.

“Skeeter, my time is money. Do not contact me again.”

His gut tightened with the knowledge that if Mr. Smithwick cut the line, his life would be cut next just as quickly.

Spill it quick, bud, or dig your own grave.

“The Chameleon has a girlfriend.”

Silence.

Trevor held his breath, willing that the soft whoosh in his ear was Mr. Smithwick breathing on the other end of the line.

Sweat gathered on his brow and trickled into his eye, but he didn’t make a motion to take a swipe at the drop.

“Continue,” came the reply in a tone that was just as cold as before, yet held a light note of intrigue.

“Well.” Trevor shifted to a more comfortable posture in his seat and ran the sleeve of his shirt over his forehead. “I figured the Chameleon would be out today helping with storm stuff, so I tracked him down and followed him around and saw him going into one of the shops in town. It’s a bakery owned by a chick named Fiona. When they left, I followed them right to her house where they went inside. Together. He’s still in there now.”

“And you are certain they are a couple?”

“Yes sir. Saw them through the window of the shop myself. He had his hand down her pants and had that bitch howling good.” A tingle shot through his own cock as the memory of Fiona’s legs thrown over that man’s huge forearm flashed through his mind. Damn, he didn’t know the frumpy baker could be so hot.

“Keep me posted. The second he leaves her residence, call me.

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