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“We need to reach Chaz. Impossible to push for a ransom if we can’t even find the bastard. We need to get a message out that we won’t off him, if he’ll just fucking pay. It’s not like Charlie wants to stop doing business with him,” Viper said, taking a seat in one of the kitchen chairs.
I grimaced at the mention of the underworld boss. Everyone thought he was terrifying, but all I saw was a deranged asshole who wouldn’t take care of his own dirty work. Granted, Chaz owing Charlie money meant that he owedusmoney, but still.
“Where’s that burner phone?” I asked suddenly, my mind hitting me with an idea.
“Uh, right here,” Gunner muttered as he dug through a duffel bag. He pulled it out and tossed it to me. “It’s fully charged.”
“Perfect.” I flipped it open and powered it on, the old school flip phone taking me back to my high school days—a timelongbefore I had been corrupted into a ruthless killer. I waited a few tense moments, letting the screen load.
“There’s nothing on it.”
“I know that,” I snapped, rolling my eyes. “We’re going to make her call her brother.”
“She’s just going to say that she doesn’t have his number,” Viper snorted. “This might prove to be useless. We have strict rules about women, so it’s not like you can go cutting off fingers to get information. This might be a fucking waste.”
“Nah, see, here’s the thing,” I began, standing up. “I don’t buy that she has no way of contacting her brother… I just think that she doesn’twantto contact him.” I headed for the door, hearing them shuffle in behind me. Everyone was taking this trip to the basement, apparently.
And for some reason, that bothered the shit out of me.
I swung the door open, letting it slam into the wall in hopes of startling her. I wasn’t sure it actually would, but the thought was nice. She looked unimpressed as the four of us made our way into the room, crowding around her. Rachel’s eyes bounced between us with a weary look on her face, but if she was scared, she didn’t show it.
Holding out the phone, I gave her a grin through the mask. “Call your brother.”
She met my gaze, sending a surge of excitement through my body. “No.”
“Ah, you didn’t say that you couldn’t,” I chuckled, letting my voice grow dark. The guys stood behind me in silence, and she shifted uncomfortably, the chair squeaking under her weight. “I think you should call him.”
She swallowed hard, shaking her head. “I don’t have his number.”
I leaned into her, the scent of vanilla and citrus hitting my senses.Fuck, she smelled like heaven.“I think you do know his number.”
Rachel bit down on her lip, her eyes burning golden beneath the light. “I wouldn’t call him even if I did know his number.”
There was a frustrated growl behind me, and I recognized Viper’s frustration. He had rules against torturing women, but quick deaths were still an option for those who were not considered innocent.
Ignoring the guys behind me, I reached up, gripping her chin. “You’re going to get yourself in a body bag,” I seethed, my face so close that I could kiss her. “And I swear to god, if you think this brave façade is going to keep your brother from meeting an end, he’ll be next under the knife after you.”
Concern riddled her eyes, though her expression remained blank. “Not if you can’t find him.”
I tilted my head, brushing my nose against hers, not missing the sexual way that her breath hitched. Shewasexcited—and that was the biggest turn on and by far, the most threatening fucking tactic a woman had ever used on me. My heart thrummed in my chest, and my eyes drifted down for the first time since this started.
Her chest was heaving as my eyes connected with her breasts. I didn’t have to see her naked to know they’d be perfect. Everything about this woman’s curves were fucking perfect.
“Focus,” Viper growled a warning from behind me.
Oops.
I ripped my eyes back to hers, not missing the crimson blush now on her face. It was fucking torture. No woman I had ever come into contact with drove me so fuckingcrazy—but I was starting to believe that it was mutual.
Andthatgave me a leg to stand on.
Leaning into her, my lips nearly brushed her earlobe, her breath nearly coming out in a pant. “Call him, princess,” I whispered, dropping the phone right into her lap. A little nearly inaudible whimper slipped from her lips, and I hoped like hell the guys didn’t hear it.
“I can’t call him with my hands tied,” she panted, her voice uneven as she turned to meet my gaze.
“Fair enough,” I said, clearing my throat and backing away. My erection was throbbing, constrained by my jeans. Her eyes dropped to my thick length, and her lips parted at the sight.
Bloody fucking hell.
