Come Back (Dirty, Dark, And Deadly #2)By: JA Huss
This is a full-length novel
This is book two in a three book series.
The final book releases in November 2014.
*If you’re looking for a romantic book filled with kinky sex and fun embarrassing moments that make you blush and giggle—you’re thinking of my Secret Summer Book that comes out August 27th, 2014. This here book is about dirty sex, dark secrets, and deadly plot twists that will leave you hot, bothered, and breathless.
“Secrets keep the darkness alive,” Harper tells me. But that’s not how I see it at all. Secrets keep me alive, the truth is overrated, honesty is never the best policy, and when your job title is Assassin Number Six—lies are your lifeblood.
“Death is a business deal,” I tell her back. And I shake his hand with secrets every chance I get. They’re currency in my world. I pay my debts with them, I feed on them, they ground me in the present and they promise me a future.
But Harper Tate is everything I’ve ever wanted. She’s my promise, she’s my obsession, she’s a delicious fuckable transgression. She can be mine. She will be mine. All I have to do is complete the mission.
There’s just one teeny, tiny problem with the mission.
It’s a secret.
CHAPTER ONE - JAMES
I squint at the feral girl sitting on top of a rolling ridge across the prairie and revise.
Which is even worse.
I grab my binoculars and focus on her face. She’s scowling at me, her dark blonde hair littered with leaves and twigs. I pan down to her outfit. She’s a poster child for a surplus store. She looks like she’s been living out here on the scrub for weeks instead of days.
And that is not a good sign.
I press the button and the window on my side of the truck lowers. I give her a few seconds to say something. Yell or stand. Something. But she just sits there, staring at me. Her long ratty hair is blowing in the wind and her face is streaked with dirt. There’s a little bit of smoke rising from the ridge behind her.
I whistle out a shrill call and yell, “Let’s fucking go!”
The wind blows my words away and she sits still, so I figure she didn’t hear me. But then—movement. She raises her hand like she’s gonna wave. I even have a split second of relief.
She flips me off, stands up, swats the dirt from her ass, and then turns and walks down the ridge. Out of sight.
“Fucking Merc,” I mumble under my breath as I put the truck in park and open the door to go chase after her. He sent me some GPS coordinates last week and told me to pick up a package for him. I’m a few days late because of Harper, but that asshole said package. He never said kid.
It’s early morning, the sun is barely rising off to the east, and the frost that gathered on the short prickly plants overnight is beginning to melt, making my boots slick as I trudge over to grab the girl.
I do not owe Merc this favor. My debt was cleared months ago. But having Merc owe me a favor is something I can’t afford to pass up. I need to get Harper’s shit straight with the Admiral and get on with this job. I’m up against a deadline and since all my friends in the Company are now officially dead, Merc is really my only option when it comes to outside help.
So I make my way across the Colorado prairie, heading after this little shit who thinks she can flip me off, and my temper is building to a crescendo when I make it to the top of the little ridge she was sitting on.
I look down at her camp. What’s left of her camp.
There is a pile of dirt covering what might have been the little fire she had going and a few bent-over blades of grass where she might have slept last night. But other than that, it’s bare.
The gun is in my hand before all these thoughts even process as I scan the landscape. She picked a good spot, I’ll give her that. These rolling hills are perfect. All you gotta do is lie flat on the other side of one to make yourself invisible. “Merc sent me,” I yell. “I’m supposed to pick you up.” I back down the ridge a little and squat to the ground. I’m not sure who this kid is, but I can take a good guess.
Orphaned last Christmas and sent to live with her grandparents, she’s Merc’s responsibility because he’s the one who got her father killed. I’d heard that the grandparents’ ranch was set on fire this past spring, killing everyone on the property after a propane tank exploded. But I was too busy with my own shitstorm of problems to care if this low-level Company kid was among the dead.
Clearly she was not.
“Sasha!” I yell. “Merc fucking sent me. Now get your ass—” An arrow goes whizzing by my head and I duck to the ground and flatten myself out. “What the fuck—”
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