Harmless Revenge: A Harmless World Novel (Harmless #11)

And then he was flying. He came as Sean continued to stroke him. He shuddered with his release, shouting Sean’s name as his orgasm moved through him. When he was coming down, Sean thrust into him one last time and came again, his long, loud groan one of the most erotic things Randy had ever heard.

Moments later, they collapsed on the bed. Sean moved away and went to the bathroom. When he came back, he surprised Randy by joining him back on the bed. He wrapped an arm around Randy’s chest and snuggled in closer behind him.

“I’m not good at relationships,” Sean said out of the blue.

He let that bit of information sink in. “I didn’t ask for one.”

“Yeah, but I want to get it out of the way. I made that mistake once, and it ruined a good partnership.”

Randy had heard. The moment he had been assigned to work with Sean, everyone had warned him away. Everyone had said that Sean was a man who didn’t know how to commit, but Randy didn’t give a fuck. He wasn’t any good at relationships either. He turned to face him.

“I don’t do relationships well either. Right now, let’s just see where it goes, but we are both free agents. You want more, you tell me.”

Sean nodded and again, the smile that curved his lips sunk into Randy’s soul. Sean leaned closer and brushed his mouth over Randy’s.

“I’d say I was ready for round three, but I feel like I need another shower.”

Randy smiled and slid from the bed. “Sounds like a plan.”

Sean followed him, and Randy thought it was a pretty good start. He’d worry about tomorrow when it got there. Right now, he’d just enjoy the ride.

PART THREE

Eleven

Six Months Ago

Sean Kaheaku padded barefoot down the hallway, keeping his back against the wall. He was careful to avoid making any noise. There was no reason to alert anyone in the penthouse that he had arrived. If the package he had been sent to steal wasn’t there, he could disappear without an issue.

When he reached the door to the room, he took hold of the door handle. A slight twist told him it was locked.

Dammit.

Of course it was locked. It was the way this job had gone. After missing his first flight, he’d ended up showing up twelve hours later than he had planned. Still, he was a day early, but Sean had hoped to get done faster and get out of Thailand. He wasn’t well liked in some corners of Bangkok.

With deliberate moves, he pulled out his kit, picked his favorite tool. He squatted down and got to work. Why was he even doing this? He got a message from Lassiter telling him to get this package. He heard the click of the door unlocking. He slipped his tools back into his pants pocket. With a quick look down the hall in each direction, he twisted the doorknob and opened the door.

It opened slowly, and he found a completely empty room.

He frowned. There was an open window with wind billowing the sheer white curtains. Other than trash, nothing remained. It looked as if no one had lived there for months. He stepped into the room, making sure to keep his attention trained for any little sound. He walked over to the window and looked out. Nothing…just the quiet stillness of the night.

Fuck.

What now? He had been so sure that the package would be there. Lassiter had paid him to make sure. This is why he hated working alone. If Jaime and Randy had been with him, they could have used all their contacts to ensure the best results. But, for some reason, Lassiter had wanted only him on the job; and when someone pays you ten thousand for a quick pick up, you just do it. At least in his business you did. Lassiter had been mysterious and, well, weird…even for Lassiter. He’d said it was important for Sean to be the one to get the job done because for some reason, his boss thought Sean would benefit the most.

A creak sounded behind him. He turned to confront the threat, but he was too late. He saw nothing but a piece of wood that came rushing toward him. He had no time to prepare for the smack. A sharp brutal crack to his skull left him dizzy, the room spinning around him. Pain exploded then filtered out through the rest of his body. He lifted his hand and felt the spot that had been hit. His fingers touched something wet and warm. Fuck, he was bleeding.

He tried to walk, blinking to gain focus. He heard another whoosh before the wood made contact with the back of his head. Then, he was falling into a deep, dark pit of nothingness.

Twelve

Present Day

Sean came awake in a rush with the knowledge of two things: he drank too much the night before, and he was not alone. The first one had to do with the bottle of bourbon he’d crawled into the previous night. The latter came from years of experience.

He slipped his hand beneath the pillow to get his gun. He found nothing but cool sheets. Unfuckingbelievable. Since his trip to Thailand, everything in his life had gone to shit. Nothing had gone right after that night. That’s what he got for being greedy. One bad job with a high price tag, and he couldn’t seem to shake the clusterfuck his life had become.

“You don’t need to worry about that,” said a familiar female voice behind him. Her English accent had faded, but he knew the tone. Jaime was pissed.