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Wait a minute. Why hadn’t he killed me inside the diner? What was the difference in one dead body or two? Oh, God, no. He was taking me for another reason.
Finally, the fight or flight mechanism kicked in and as soon as he was near the front driver’s side, I fought to get the hell out of the car, fumbling to find the handle, almost able to throw myself onto the pavement.
The bastard was too quick, grabbing me around the back of the neck and jerking me backwards by several feet, tipping me at an awkward angle. He’d left his door cracked in his hurry, and I was finally able to lock eyes with his. They were dark, obsidian black pools of pure evil.
Another wave of absolute terror raced into my system, but as I gazed up at him, I was struck by his incredible beauty. His face was expertly chiseled, his full lips and a high forehead adding to his stunning good looks. The ugly glow highlighted a three-day shadow covering his angular jaw, the look sexy as hell, adding to his dangerous aura. He had curly dark hair, the long strands covering at least an inch of his collar. Without a doubt, he was the most gorgeous man I’d ever laid eyes on. A flutter of excitement surged in my tummy, the hardness of my nipples as shocking as the entire experience.
The air was ripped out of my lungs as he cocked his head, exhaling, his hard glare penetrating. I was lying across his lap, forced to realize he’d remained hard as a rock. There was a quiet danger about his demeanor, cold and calculating yet the sexual energy he exuded was powerful. My mind went places that it shouldn’t have, sensing an odd connection, a tether that was electric, abstract, and intense. I blinked several times, my lower lip quivering. He noticed my reaction, a smile curling on his upper lip.
“I thought you were going to be a good girl.”
“I…” I was never speechless but as before, I couldn’t form a single sentence to try to plead for my life.
I also realized my skin was crawling, but my body was radiating the same heat his was; white hot, the touch of his fingers searing my skin.
He closed the door, shutting down the light, now only the dirty streetlight highlighting his oppressive shadow.
“Don’t try that again or I will be forced to punish you.”
* * *
Kostya
What the fuck had just happened? I was told that there was no one else working the diner at night, leaving my work unhindered. Then she walked out from the walk-in and straight into the path of the two shots I’d taken. That wasn’t how I operated. I’d never been forced to take anyone as a captive in the years I’d been handling business issues.
By all rights, I should have ended her life to prevent any unwanted baggage, but I always made it clear to anyone who hired me that there would never be a single woman or child killed in the process of eliminating scum. It was obvious I was losing my touch. Now I was faced with figuring out what the hell to do with her.
While I normally cleaned up every kill scene, not only wasn’t there time, but Eddie’s death would also seem like a typical random murder in the heart of the Big Apple. Even if the police dusted for fingerprints, mine had never been on a single file in any country. However, if my lovely hostage had brought some of her belongings to the diner, then questions would be asked. I would need to leave this godforsaken country within a few hours.
While I had a secure location to take her on a temporary basis, providing borrowed time, there was a strong chance Eddie had already spread the word of my identity to the highest bidder. I had my share of enemies and there was no doubt the asshole knew that. Anyone of them would pay a pretty penny to have my dead body shipped to them in a pine box.
I took several deep breaths, her fragrance filtering into my nostrils. My attraction to her was as ridiculous as it was dangerous. There was no reason for my cock to be hard, the thought of indulging in pleasure remaining in the back of my mind.
She was as unexpected as the incident itself, able to handle herself in the moment. Anyone in the position she’d been forced into would normally scream or attempt to get away immediately. Instead, she’d remained calm, ignoring the fact she’d been showered with blood and brains.
Her face and neck were covered, her flimsy tee shirt soaked. However, that didn’t detract from her utter beauty, something else to shock the hell out of me. Finding her attractive wasn’t in my best interest, but taking one look into her large, dazzling green eyes had caught me off guard, my hunger for her pushing me to do something stupid.
Now I had to deal with her.
Perhaps I’d wanted her to plead for her life. That would have made things much easier. She’d just stared at me, her fury increasing as the reality of what she’d seen settling in. Her look of defiance remained, which intrigued me. She’d faced a killer, but the steel of her backbone prevented her from succumbing to the bad man.
I’d walked into the diner with a single purpose in mind, eliminating the goddamn snitch who’d found a way to track me, something no one else had ever done. I was a ghost, a man with no past and no sense of mercy for anyone. My rage had been almost uncontrollable after I’d finally located the man, blinded by the need to exterminate the threat. I’d performed unspeakable acts of violence over the years, my choice of professions making my skills highly sought after, feeding the darkness that often became overwhelming. But this single assassination had been personal.
No one fucked with my anonymity or my power.
Hissing, I pulled myself out of the preposterous moment, easing her into a sitting position. “You’re going to sit still and stay very quiet. Do you understand me?”
“Yes.” This time, her answer was clipped, her anger fully present. She held out her hands, staring down at the blood on her palms. Her body was shaking more than it had been before as a moment of shock started to settle into her system. I’d seen it several times in the men I’d interrogated before ending their lives. Only they’d begged for their survival, something my unexpected guest had yet to do.
She had no idea how intoxicating she was to me, as if being around her was a drug that would sustain my life. I studied her intently, impressed with her strong resolve.
After watching her try to rub the blood on her shorts, I reached over her to the glove compartment. The second my arm touched hers, she let out the yelp I was waiting for, scooting as far away from me as possible.
“Relax. I’m getting something to allow you to clean off the blood.”
“As if you think I’ll ever get rid of it, you… bastard. You fucking horrible bastard.”
There was the fire I’d seen in her eyes, the very one that had intrigued me in the first place. I ignored her comment, unlatching the glove compartment and grabbing one of the packages of wet wipes I’d stored inside. When I handed it to her, she turned her head slowly, her expression incredulous.
