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He laughed. “I don’t care that you’re a woman. It’s good to know you’ve still got feeling inside you somewhere.”
“Fuck you.” She was done with this conversation and done with him. She had more investigating to do and right now, all she wanted to do was put Boss at the top of her kill list. She turned to leave.
“El Diablo wants to see you,” Boss said.
She stopped.
El Diablo.
The only real family she had left. She stopped and turned toward Boss. “I’ll see him when I want to.”
“You can be the biggest bitch you want, but it’s not a bad move to have friends.”
This made her pause. “Friends. You consider yourself my friend?”
“I could be. I’m not the worst guy in the world.”
“But you’re still a guy. Don’t think for a second that I don’t know everything there is to know about you.”
“I doubt that,” he said.
“The man without a past.
A man surrounded in history. I’m starting to believe, Boss, that you’ve made yourself out to be invincible and you’re beginning to believe in your own lies. It’s going to get you killed. You’re just a man like everyone else.” She stepped toward him, feeling more herself with each passing second. Now that she had the spotlight and wasn’t taken by surprise, she was in her element. Stepping up close to him, she placed a hand on his heart. “You’ve still got a beating heart and it’s pumping blood around your body.” Down she went, her hand going closer to his pants. “You could die if I were to puncture just the right artery.”
“Be careful,” he said.
“Even the killer of kings can’t live forever.”
Boss could kill her. If there was ever a man who could take her on and win, it would be this man right here. Tilting her head to the side, she watched him, waiting, and then she cupped his cock. He gritted his teeth, closing his eyes briefly.
“And you get hard like every other man.” She licked her lips. “You’re not invincible, Boss. You have the same desires, the same needs. All of them wrapped up in a nice little package for anyone to open.” She leaned in close so her lips were right next to his ear. “I bet you love taking women. Willing of course, but I can imagine you fucking them. I bet you’ve broken a lot of hearts. So many women wishing to be the only thing you desire.” His cock was getting hard and to her own shock, her nipples had peaked and wetness flooded her pussy. Even Boss’s scent was intoxicating.
But this had to come to a stop. She wasn’t here to seduce the king himself. No, she wanted answers and there were many messes she needed to clean up.
Just as quickly as she’d gotten him under her spell, she pulled back. “I’ve had friends, Boss. I’ve watched them come and go so fast. It’s always interesting when it’s their ass or yours, how easy it is for them to turn on you. I’ve experienced it all. I’m better off alone. You should know that. Nice seeing you again, and tell El Diablo I’ll see him around.” She took off, running in the opposite direction as far as she could.
If Boss knew anything about the drugs, then it meant they were infiltrating the city. She’d been warned about tampering with drugs years ago. So far, her one act of stupid vengeance hadn’t cost too many lives, but people took drugs. She knew that. She understood the lure of a few hours of peace. If the drugs were the same ones from Colombia, then a lot of people were at risk. She’d been tracking these drugs the moment her science guy disappeared without a trace. The lab where they’d concocted this scheme had all of the formulas taken and her man was missing. What would Boss think if he knew she was the person who’d come up with the drugs that were now killing people, potentially innocent people? Possibly even kids. They did stupid shit at parties.
Pulling out her cell phone, she gritted her teeth as she dialed a number she’d promised herself she’d never, ever call. It was the one man she owed a great deal of debt to, the one man who was the complete opposite of Boss, and the only man she trusted with her very life.
Chapter Three
Twenty-four new reports in the past two days.
Boss didn’t like how quickly this was spreading across his city. Fortunately, the media hadn’t caught wind of it yet. Junkies overdosed. Junkies died. Only it wasn’t just junkies in the hospital now. There was a politician’s wife, a night-school teacher, and two fucking high school boys amongst the new numbers.
His intel guys were keeping careful track of the tainted drugs and its victims. Hospital and clinic admissions, new deaths, and underground channels were being monitored all day, every day. Anything new and he was the first to know.
He filed through the contract requests. Business was booming at Killer of Kings. All his men had one or two jobs on the go, and the backlog was growing. A few hitmen were overseas, following leads or tailing their marks. He pulled a contract that looked interesting, printing off the paperwork. Some hotshot executive had gotten himself into hot water with insider trading. He’d paid his dues, but a couple of big players were after his wife and daughter in the name of revenge. Mr. Blane Mitchell wanted them safe and wanted the men after them handled. The bounty for this contract was impressive.
Boss did some preliminary research, pulling up pics and history of the man’s family. The wife was thirty-two and the little girl was ten. Cute family. Then he looked into the two killers after Mr. Mitchell. They represented two of the large companies he’d fucked over with his illegal dealings. This would require more than eliminating the muscle.
He was starting to think the payday for this one wasn’t high enough after all. He’d demand more before he put in the effort.
Boss grabbed his cell.
“Maurice, I want a workup on Tyson Black and Edward Seer. I need to know their patterns over the past two weeks, firepower, family, the usual.”
