Alaska, With Love Assassin-Shifter 02 - (2 page)

“
We can’t seem to get a good enough shot of the guy.

He’s not outside often, and when he is, Manuel keeps him hidden.” James sighed and chewed the end of his pencil. “This one could be a while for you, Josh. Manuel isn’t alone often, and for some reason, in the last three

month’s he’s hardly
ever
alone.”

Josh looked over the pictures again and memorized the face of the man he was going to kill. “You think he has something to do with those villagers getting killed don’t you?”

James nodded and folded his hands together on the desk. “I do, Josh. I want this guy gone. And I mean like poof.”

Josh stood up and took one of the pictures. He folded it and put it in his pocket. “If I need back up, you know who I want. Make sure Troy and Sam are ready, and make sure you have coffee waiting.” Josh winked and turned to leave. “Hey, James?”

“
Yep.”
“
Try to get laid will ya?”

James had to smile. He tilted his head and looked at Josh. “Who did you have in mind for me to fuck?”

“
Um.” Josh put his finger to his chin and pretended to think about it. “Oh, I don’t know. Maybe a really tall, gorgeous General that has the hots for you?” Josh barely missed the stapler flying at his head as he ran out of the office. He was laughing as he made his way to the elevator, pushing the down button. The doors opened and Josh stepped in. An agent was looking through a file and Josh stared, recognizing the hair and face.

“
Keegan? Keegan Ripley?”

 

Keegan looked up and smiled. “Hey, Josh, you headed out again?”

 

“
Yep, what are you up to?” Josh looked over at the file. “Don’t you get tired of listening and watching?”
“
Tired of watching this guy?” Keegan pulled the picture out. “Hell no.”

“
What is it about this guy that turns you on?” Josh looked over the picture closely. Jet black hair and eyes dark as night, multiple tattoos covered his body. He looked like a model.

“
Seriously?” Keegan shook his head. “Oh wait, I forgot. You’re not gay.” Keegan giggled.

“
I hear that so much, Keegan.” Josh rolled his eyes. “Hey, I heard you were on the team that was transporting Riley to the safe house last year. You catch any rounds?”

“
Nope, I’m Spiderman.” Keegan waggled his eyebrows.

The doors opened and Josh shook Keegan’s hand. “Maybe we should have drinks when I get back, you and your partner.”

“
I don’t have a partner.” Keegan sighed.

 

“
You’re work partner, numb nuts.” Josh tousled Keegan’s hair.

 

“
Oh!” Keegan laughed. “You mean Lyons.”

 

“
Yup, I’ll get Troy and Sam and we can hit the town.”
“
Really? I didn’t think you guys would hang out with us.”

 

“
We’re on the same team, Keegan.” Josh held the door open. “I’ll see you when I get back.”

“
K’ bye Josh.”
“
Later Rip.” Josh winked.
~*~

Two weeks. Josh sighed and adjusted his site on his Remington’s scope for the hundredth time. Two weeks of watching Manuel with other people. James had been right. It was like he knew somehow that he was being watched. Manuel had been out in the early morning at Oh five fucking o’clock with his wife. Josh wished it would have been memorable, but he was more sick then turned on watching the two of them fuck on the lounge chair. Josh cracked his neck from side to side and looked through the scope again.

God, he had to take a raging piss and was contemplating going in his Ghillie suit, when a guy walked out of the house naked as the day he was born.

Josh actually felt his cock twitch.
What the fuck was that?
He had to be about five foot eleven. Beautiful fucking skin. He wasn’t ripped nor did he have bulging muscles,
but
damn
he had a nice ass.
Again? What the hell?

Josh was getting uncomfortable now as his dick was filling, making his position on the ground uncomfortable. He squeezed his eyes shut and felt the sweat dripping down his brow. He opened his eyes and took a deep breath, looking back into the scope. Nice-Ass was walking toward the pool now. He looked nervous, and his head was making sweeps of the entire pool area like he was looking for someone. Or hoping someone wasn’t around.

“
Oh for the love of God.” Josh looked into the scope and zeroed in on Nice-Ass’s cock. God but it was beautiful. Josh hadn’t really seen too many cocks in his

life. Shit, he was supposedly straight.
Wait… supposedly?
He had to admit that right now he was

checking out a guy, and he sure was pretty. That was the word, pretty. He had to be the prettiest man he’d ever seen. Those pink full lips, his soft features. He was pretty. Pretty fucking beautiful. “Great….Mateo turned me gay.” Josh chuckled.

Nice-Ass wasn’t alone for long. Another man came out.
Shit, Josh’s
target
came out and smacked Nice-Ass right on his
nice
ass. Josh moved his rifle up to look at Nice

Ass’s face. He had the bluest eyes Josh had ever seen, and they had a look of fear in them. Nice -Ass did not want what Josh’s target wanted. The rage was building in Josh as his target bent Nice- Ass over, rimming him. His fingers brutally pumped into Nice- Ass’s ass, and when that fun was over Nice-Ass got a dick in his ass. No lube. Josh wasn’t on the up and up with gay sex, but he knew from Mateo’s stories that fucking a guy with no lube was painful. He could tell from Nice-Ass’s face, that he was not enjoying it. Josh could see him trying to pull away as his target pulled him back, roughly pounding the shit out of the guy. One look through the scope told Josh

Nice-Ass really didn’t want this, because he was crying
, fucking crying.

Josh was forced to watch the basic rape of Nice-Ass. The guy didn’t want it, and in his book that was rape. More than once, Nice-Ass tried to pull away and was met with a smack on his ass and a hit to the head. When the act was over, his target threw Nice-Ass on the ground and kicked him. Josh’s finger was trembling on the Goddamn trigger. He wanted to take the fucker out now, but he couldn’t. His target wasn’t alone, and if Josh did take him out, more would certainly come. If that happened, the chance to take Nice-Ass out of that house would be gone.

His radio went off and he could hear James in his ear.
“
What’s going on? Your heart rate is through the roof.” James watched the monitor from the command center.

“
I need to take this guy out, and soon. We need a backup team up here, because I swear I’m putting him down in the morning, whether he’s alone or not.” Josh snarled.

“
Give me a visual.”

Josh turned his camera on and hooked it up to run through his scope. He zeroed in on what was going on below, and heard James gasp. “Yeah, and you missed the main attraction.”

Nice-Ass was in the fetal position as Josh’s target kicked his back. He finally crawled a few feet and slid into the pool trying to get away. Josh couldn’t hear what his target was saying, but Nice-Ass cowered in the corner of the pool.

James’ voice came over the radio.

 

“
He’s the American. I’ll have your team there at five. Be ready Josh.”

Josh watched Nice-Ass in the corner of the pool. Josh’s target had gone back inside, and now Nice-Ass was crying. Josh zeroed in on his face and read his lips.

Someone please help me
.
Josh closed his eyes. “I will.”

 

~*~

Mark made his way back into the house naked. He wasn’t allowed to have clothes or shoes. His room was at the back of the house, and it consisted of a hard cot with a wool blanket. There was a toilet and shower. No TV, no radio, no phone. He had no concept of time, but figured he’d been at the mansion for at least three months. The one phone call he was allowed to make was to his chief of staff letting him know he was alright. He was beaten almost every other day and forced to engage in sex with a man that made him sick.

Mark stepped into the shower and turned the water to hot, as hot as it would get, scrubbing his skin raw. His ass hurt, and he knew it would for days. Manuel was cruel and sadistic, and the more pain he could inflict on Mark, the better. He was afraid Manuel would start letting his curious guards have a crack at him next. The water helped sooth some of his aching muscles, but he knew it wouldn’t last long. When Manuel was gone, he was locked in his room for days at a time and fed only bread and water. Mark had tried to keep up a work-out regimen at first, but as time went on, his body just didn’t have the energy.

He had seriously contemplated suicide at one point. Just run for the hills and let them shoot him. No more pain. Mark sighed and turned the water off. He stepped out and dried off, looking at his body in the mirror. He was wasting away. His skin was pale, and the circles under his eyes were becoming darker with each passing day. Mark dragged his protesting body to his cot and lay down on the blanket. The roughness rubbed his skin, and he reached for his robe. It was the only soft thing he had.

Mark closed his eyes and thought about his life. How had he gotten here? His last relationship had been somewhat of a joke. Raoul. A patient he’d fucked then broke up with when he’d gotten the call for Doctors. His last good memory had been of Mateo Esposito, the foster child his parents had brought home. Mateo had been Mark’s first kiss, and then Mark had gone off to college. He had no idea what had happened to Mateo, he tried looking him up a few years ago but found nothing. Sleep came quickly, and Mark welcomed it. Tomorrow was another day.
~Chapter Two~

Josh watched the second hand on his watch, and when it hit five in the morning, he heard footsteps behind him. Sam Waters and Troy Bishop stood there with shit eating grins. Josh smiled. Jesus, Troy had gotten even bigger. Troy and Sam were the same height as himself. Both Native American, their tan skin resembled that of milk chocolate with copper undertones. The two of them just had to look at the enemy, and they ran screaming. “Damn good to see you!” Josh gripped Sam’s hand and fist bumped Troy’s.

“
Where’s the target?” Sam pulled his night vision goggles out and grabbed the rifle from Josh.

“
Sitting on the lounge chair, I need you to take him out. I’m going in to get the American.” Josh pulled on his vest and made sure his Desert Eagle .44 was loaded. He shoved his knife in its sheath and looked at Troy. “Are you good?”

Troy pulled his own Desert Eagle .44 from its holster and smiled. “Don’t I look good?”

 

~~

Josh made his way down with Troy right behind him. Jesus, he wished they had better equipment right about now. The house; well mansion, really, had glass walls. But it wasn’t enough to get an accurate reading of how many people were in there. All he could see were white blobs moving around, maybe ten at the most. Josh made his way closer, taking another reading. He whistled his favorite tune, Queen’s ‘Another one bites the Dust’, and met with silence. No more than five seconds later, a muffled pop rang in the air and his target’s head blew apart on the lounge chair. Josh ran for the house with Troy right behind him. They had a few minutes maybe before all hell broke loose.

They crept into the house and Josh stayed close to the wall, Troy stayed a few feet back keeping his eyes on the hallway. Both of them had on night vision goggles and could see perfectly in the dark house, which gave them an advantage. Josh made his way down the hall and opened the door at the very end. It was empty, but he heard the shower on. He motioned for Troy to watch the hall.

Josh made a sweep of the room and made his way toward the noise of the shower. His pistol in front of him, he kept close to the wall. Gripping the door handle, he opened it slowly. He was immediately blasted with hot steam and the overwhelming smell of strawberries.

Strawberries?
Shaking his head to clear it, Josh crept

into the bathroom and grabbed the corner of the shower curtain. Putting his gun in front of him, he tore the curtain back. Josh stood transfixed to the spot. There stood

Nice-Ass, naked as the day he was born.
Damn.
It took
Josh a minute to focus his brain and open his mouth. Putting his hand out, he said. “Come on.”

“
Who the fuck are you?” Nice-Ass shrank back further, trying to cover himself. He looked scared enough to bolt, despite the possible consequences.

Josh took his goggles off and handed the guy a towel. “I’m the guy who’s taking you out of this shithole. Now come on.”

Nice-Ass grabbed a robe and turned to face Josh. “Okay.”

 

Josh arched a brow. “Where are your clothes?”
“
I…I don’t have any.”
Josh let out a whispered “
Fuck”
from his lips. “Here,

put this on.” Josh put the vest on Nice-Ass and tried to get his jacket around his shoulders. The guy shrank back at his touch. “I’m not going to hurt you, I promise.” The guy looked up at him and Josh’s mouth almost fell open. God but he was beautiful. “We need to go.”

~~

Troy motioned that the hallway was clear just as they heard a bloodcurdling scream. Someone had found the body by the pool. Josh nodded towards the back door. They both took off running, and Josh ended up throwing Nice-ass over his shoulder. The poor guy had no shoes. Lights came on around the house and Josh and Troy were exposed to anyone looking. They were running back up the mountain side when bullets started whizzing by. Shots were going off above their heads, and Josh knew Sam was taking people out. Thank God for Sam! Hearing the loud roar of a jet, Josh stopped mid-climb and looked at Troy.

“
Oh shit.” Josh’s eyes went wide. “Faster, man, go faster!” He pulled Nice-Ass around and onto his back, telling him to hang on tight as they both climbed upward.

Agent Pruitt’s voice came through the radio in Josh’s ear.