And when his cousin Jared’s ex-wife used her own child to manipulate Jared, to punish him for absolutely no reason, Travis had stepped in. No, Sable wasn’t dead, but to this day Travis kept an eye on her, ensuring she did not come back and interfere in their lives.
Travis didn’t pretend to be a saint. Never had. Nor was he going to lose sleep over the decision he had to make now.
Taking a deep breath, Travis opened his top drawer, pulled out the burner phone he’d been sent for this specific instance, and dialed the familiar number.
“Yeah?” the gruff voice answered.
“I’m finalizin’ my request.”
“Where?”
“Port Isabel, Texas,” he stated firmly. “It’s a rush job.”
“Understood.”
When the call ended, Travis pulled the battery out of the phone. His next order of business was to destroy it as he’d been instructed.
Still sitting, he glanced at the picture of Kylie on his desk. “It’s almost done, baby. Just like I promised.”
*
Maximillian Adorite stood on the veranda overlooking his estate.
He sipped coffee, enjoying the pleasant weather and the cool breeze. He’d been up much of the night dealing with urgent business and he was slow going today. But he didn’t mind the downtime. In fact, he enjoyed what little bit of peace he could find in a day.
When Rock stepped forward, Max passed the phone over to him. “Destroy it.”
“Consider it done.”
Since Rock, born Taye Smith, was one of his most loyal enforcers, he knew the man could be trusted to protect him, to ensure nothing would blow back on him in the end. It was because of people like Rock that Max’s family had been able to build the life they had. And it was Rock and the others in Max’s employ who he would ensure were taken care of for as long as they were loyal and true.
“Where’s my wife?” Max asked.
“She went to visit her parents, then she was gonna put in a few hours at the office. Said she’d be back by dinner.”
Max smiled. He recalled the conversation that had taken place. The one in which Courtney had done her wifely duty of inviting him to go with her to her parents’ house. They’d both known before she made the request that he would decline, yet she’d done it anyway because that was what they did.
The thing was, they were on opposite sides of the law when it came to most things. Being an Adorite meant Max’s wealth was built on shaky ground—the vast majority of it having been accumulated through what most considered illegal means—while Courtney was a Kogan and her family had dedicated their life’s work to protecting people through any means necessary.
It was true when they said opposites attract. And if he was being completely honest, having so much opposition on various things only spiced up a relationship. Max loved Courtney beyond measure and would move heaven and earth to take care of her. He knew she felt the same for him, which was why she could overlook some of his more illicit, and often unethical, activities.
But when it was possible to keep her out of it, Max did so. Which was why he was heading back into the house to a secure location where there wasn’t the risk of the feds catching anything he might say. After all, in order for him to grant a favor to Travis Walker, he had to call one in.
As had become the basis of his existence, Max worked on trading favors, and it always paid to have someone owe him.
Especially someone with a ruthless disregard for human existence.
Chapter Twenty-Two
Trey did his best not to stare at the man sitting across from him.
It wasn’t easy.
Hell, staying away from Magnus had proved futile, despite Trey’s insistence that celibacy was the only answer.
Yeah, it was safe to say it was off the table at this point. For the past week, he and Magnus had been hooking up routinely, missing only a day or two because of conflicting schedules. Their interludes were always at Trey’s and they never resulted in an overnight. Sure, they would often pass out after, but Magnus was always gone by morning.
And most importantly, they were keeping their encounters on the DL. Trey did not want it to get back to his brother or anyone else what was going on. He didn’t want to deal with anyone’s judgment or concern. If he wanted to fuck Magnus with no strings attached, by God, he was going to do it.
As he sat there, fighting the urge to look at Magnus, Trey wondered whether or not there was any privacy at the back of the small plane. It was bigger than he’d thought it would be. A Gulfstream rather than a puddle jumper, so he figured it was safe to say there was at least one room at the back.
Did they have enough time to bang one out real quick? Would anyone notice they were gone?
Okay, so the answer to the last one was most likely. After all, if one person moved, everyone saw them. So maybe the better question was: would it matter if they did see? As long as they had privacy, Trey could pretend they were just chatting about the case.
Brantley would believe that.
Maybe.
Oh, who the fuck cared?
Trey figured there was only one way to find out.
Once they were at cruising altitude, Trey unbuckled his seat belt, got to his feet. He shot a heated look at Magnus before walking to the back, praying that no one else was paying any attention. It would’ve been hard for them not to considering their close quarters, but still Trey pretended Brantley, Reese, and Baz were too preoccupied or too uninterested to pay them any mind.
Sure enough, aside from a small bathroom, there was also a room that appeared to be utilized as an office. It was no more than fifteen square feet max, but it was more than enough room to—
Trey’s thoughts were cut off instantly when Magnus appeared, stepping into the space and gently closing the door. Like their other encounters, they were instantly on one another, lips crashing, tongues thrashing.
“I take it you’re glad to see me,” Magnus muttered against his mouth, already ripping at Trey’s jeans.
“I’ll be happy to see your mouth on my dick,” he countered, gripping Magnus’s hair firmly in his fist.
Magnus’s hazel eyes glittered with heat as Trey guided him to his knees, ensuring he held tight to his hair, wanting him to feel the pain, to know exactly who was in charge now.
Trey watched as Magnus unbuttoned and unzipped him. The man was sexy as fuck, there was no doubt about that. And his mouth… Fucking hell, he had some serious talent. Talent Trey fully intended to take advantage of.
When Magnus freed his cock, Trey exhaled heavily, then inhaled sharply when those lips wrapped around him, enveloping him in soft, wet heat. He never looked away, guiding Magnus’s head, feeding his cock deep into Magnus’s throat.
“God, you’re fuckin’ good at that,” he mumbled, forcing his eyes not to roll back in his head from the pleasure of it.
He thrust his hips, fucking Magnus’s face, knowing they only had a few minutes alone before the others would wonder where they were. He focused his attention on the sexy sight before him, the way Magnus’s eyes bulged when Trey hit the back of his throat. He did it again and again until he couldn’t hold back.
With a grunt, he pushed his hips forward and came right down Magnus’s throat.
Trey didn’t get the chance to linger in post-orgasm bliss, righting his clothes as Magnus got to his feet.