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And if it wasn’t Zach, it must’ve been one of his fancy friends.
I’d heard the rumors.
All three of them were thick as thieves and prone to throwing their weight around the DMV to get whatever and whomever they wanted. Well, not me.
I swiveled past Zach, headed for the door. “Go pester another kid on the playground.”
He unleashed a dramatic sigh.
That was when I felt it. A metallic thing kissing my lower back.
Cold, sharp, and unmistakable.
Aknife.
What kind of psychopath walked around with a freakingknife? In broad daylight, too?
Then, I remembered he’d sent a fancy one soaring in my direction when I’d escaped him at the party.
Zachary Sun loved his weapon.
He was a far cry from the unimpeachable and elegant version of himself, who popped onto Bloomberg panels to discuss rising start-ups.
A savage in designer suits.
And he was officially, unapologetically my problem.
“I strongly advise you don’t run away from this particular conversation.”
I shuddered, more from the baritone rumble of his voice than the knife digging into my lower back.
He wouldn’t stab me. I just didn’t know how far he’d take this.
I stopped but didn’t turn to face him.
Zach pressed the flat edge deeper into my flesh. “Unless, of course, you aren’t very fond of your ability to walk.”
He should be worried about my ability to castrate him with an épée. Because that just officially became my new goal in life.
Though he couldn’t see it, I plastered on a smile, ignoring my skyrocketing pulse. “I’m flattered, Mr. Sun, that you think my measly life is worthy of a life in prison for you.”
“I’m surprised, Miss Ballantine, that you think I’d ever be subjected to such a fate. I am far too rich, powerful, and smart to serve even a minute in any six-by-eight room that isn’t a sauna. Plus, if you turn around, you’ll notice something very interesting about my knife.”
I twisted on my heel, taking my sweet time, building anticipation, not showing an ounce of the panic I felt.
If Zachary Sun wanted my complete submission, he’d have to rip it from my bloody hands.
When my body faced his, I noticed our distance. At least two giant steps separated us.
My eyes crawled down to the knife stabbing my hip bone. Thick black velvet hugged everything but the blade.
My breath caught inside my throat. “Velvet doesn’t catch fingerprints.”
Of course, he knew that.
What the heck didn’t this man know?
His eyes held mine. “No weapon, no crime.”
