Harmon — JR's inside man

HARMON

"Find another mark," I said bluntly, adrenaline flooding my veins as I went into fight or flight mode.

"I don't take orders from traitors, Boy Wonder," she spat back at me, her voice unforgiving as she rose, towering over me.

That hit harder than it should have.

Don't let her into your head.

"How did you even make it onto my guest list? I vetted it myself. These rich assholes paid a fortune to be here," I asked, trying to make connections with the little information at my disposal.

"Ladies and gentlemen, we are preparing for take off," the pilot announced.

JR grinned at me as a string of other announcements followed.

"Out of time, Chance," she said, getting up and bringing her lips to my ear to whisper her triumph to me. "Strap in. I can't wait to see the island. Word is it's gorgeous."

She picked up the ends of my seatbelt, now hovering over me. My fists clenched at my sides.

"Is Will here? If you hurt so much as a…" I trailed off.

That didn't make sense. Will was in Rio de Janeiro, probably fucking his wife six ways to Sunday by now.

Fuck.

JR was right.

I was slipping. Civilian life had made me soft. Slow.

I let her get the better of me.

What would it cost me?

"Wait before you turn me down. You might feel like changing your mind in a minute," she said, kissing me on the cheek, mischief in her eyes as she buckled the seatbelt for me.

"I'm not the boy Marino knew seven years ago. I'm connected. You do not want to come after my people," I boldly educated the stone cold bitch now attempting to feel me up.

"Tell it to someone who cares. Join me on the job and no one gets hurt. Suck up to Marino. Or just eat a bag of dicks. They all work for me," said JR nonchalantly as I grabbed her hands and squeezed, then forced her away from me haphazardly.

Her eyes gleamed with fucked up arousal as she landed in her seat.

She raised her head, opened her mouth to speak, then got distracted and promptly lost interest in me.

Staring straight ahead, she broke out into a beautiful, angelic smile.

Attractive. Resourceful. Lethal.

I didn't need this shit.

Who the fuck was that pseudo innocence for?

"Hey angel," JR said, sitting up straight and patting her lap.

"Hey sugar. Making trouble already?" a familiar voice rang out as the owner approached JR, ignoring me completely and dropping into JR's lap.

"That's why I have you. To protect me," said JR, the two women sharing a string of giggles as they got comfortable.

I looked on in stunned awe as the women before me stuck their tongues down each other's throats, resulting in a full blown make out session.

My heart was in my throat. The worst part? I was fucking getting hard again from watching this shit unfold as JR groped at her companion.

JR's hands were all over her body. The assassin opened one eye to see how I was reacting, smirking at me.

And me? I gave her exactly what she wanted.

I lost my shit.

Fucking no.

Damn it, Harmon. Wrong Hunter.

Rage coupled with an ugly, unholy jealousy washed over me in waves. I wanted to rip JR's throat out while she still had one hand on Olivia's tit and the other on her ass.

"Miss Hunter, I thought I was clear about you staying in LA," I said, my blood boiling at the sight before me.

"The problem was me trying to fuck you while on Cupid's Cove, right? Well as you can see, problem solved. Let's keep it profesh, boss," said my baby girl, yanking her mouth away from JR's just long enough to throw me a challenging look, before turning back to JR with a wide beam on her face.

Yes, Harmon.

It fucking could get worse.

Olivia was JR's inside man. Unknowingly to her, of course, but at least that meant she wasn't the mark. This afforded her a small modicum of safety. Until JR figured out how to get to Will, that is.

Still, better than nothing.

This was my only comfort as I dragged Olivia off the plane. My fingers were wrapped tightly around Olivia's dainty wrist as I tried to deal with shit as it came at me.

"Stop making such a fuss, Harmon. I'm Olivia Hunter—" Olivia whined, reminding me once more of her innocence.

She was just a fucking child and I fucked her. Now she was inadvertently endangering herself because of it. The guilt ate at me.

My gut tightened at the thought of how JR might use Olivia to get to Will. JR was a wild card. She didn't give a shit about anything except completing the job.

Thanks Marino.

The fucker could have picked someone else, but no. He just had to stick me with this crazy bitch. I had to keep Olivia away from JR, by any means necessary.

"Shut up. You know that shit doesn't work on me, Miss Hunter. I'm your boss. Next time I give you a direct order, fucking listen or I'll fire your ass. Hunter or not," I said pointedly, fuming at the thought of JR touching Olivia.

Was the problem that it was JR or that it wasn't me? Would it have mattered if Olivia's new sex friend wasn't a dangerous ghost from my past?

"What about little old me?" JR asked with her hands in the pockets of her jacket as she trailed behind us, watching Olivia struggle against my ironclad grip. "Hey I don't mind sharing her, but I'm feeling a little left out here, Chance."

"You're embarrassing me. What the fuck has gotten into you?" Olivia screamed, making a scene as she thrashed this way and that, trying to peel my fingers off her wrist.

Baby girl, the shit you don't know about me. About her. If I could, I would look away.

Would you really? The voice in the back of my mind taunted me.

"I'll deal with you as soon as I'm done with Olivia. Don't screw anything up, JR," I said, throwing JR a quick glance before increasing my pace with Olivia in hand.

Olivia looked between JR and I, momentarily giving up her struggle to connect the dots.

"JR? I thought your name was Robbie. Do you two know each other? Is that it? Did you fuck her too, Harmon?" my jealous baby girl asked, resuming fighting my hold on her with all her might.

Holding on was no small feat, but having Olivia breathing the same air as JR meant I wasn't letting go for shit.

"Fucking stop it. People are looking. You're going back as soon as the plane has been refueled. End of discussion, Miss Hunter," I said sternly, suppressing a grin at the hateful glare Olivia threw JR over her shoulder.