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“Do I look like I’m Royal fucking Mail?”
“Would you rather I tasked you with something more difficult?”
“Who is it for?” I question.
“Lord McGowan.” His expression darkens as a hurricane sweeps over his features. “I’m sure you’ll be able to find him with your special skills.”
“What’s inside the package?”
He taps his nose. “It’s on a need-to-know basis.”
I reach to grab the parcel from his hands, but Callen holds it away at arm’s length and tuts.
“What’s in it for me?” I ask.
“You mean, apart from keeping your secret from the two men you’re fucking?”
What a snarky son of a bitch.
“If you were going to tell them, you’d have done it already,” I say. “I thought the Dukes were supposed to be loyal.”
I don’t trust him. This is part of something bigger. Something so important that he’ll risk everything for it.
“Oh, we are,” he replies, “but you had three days to kill us, and you haven’t. If you were going to do it, you’d have done it already.”
He’s using my logic against me. Fucker. But is he right? Tom’s stunt bought me more time, but I can’t avoid reality forever. The Killers Club is expecting me to make contact and get a job done. If I don’t, they’ll find me.
“You don’t know that,” I snarl. “I could kill you right now.”
“Or I could kill you.”
“But you won’t because you need me to make a delivery.”
“Don’t underestimate me, princess,” Callen says. His eyes narrow. “Do you think that’s all I want from you?”
My heart quickens.
“If all I wanted was for you to deliver a parcel, we could have spoken at the cottage,” he says. “There’s something else I want…” My throat constricts as he licks his lips. “You.”
CHAPTER33
CALLEN
She hides it well, but she wants me… and fucking despises herself for it. She swallows hard.
“You can’t have me.” She tilts her chin upward in defiance. “I’ll deliver your package, but that’s it.”
“Come on,” I tease. With each step I take, she takes one cautiously back. “You want to play. I know you do. I see how you look at me.”
Her beautiful, hate-filled gaze makes my cock harder than I’ve ever been. I’ve finally met my match in a trained killer.
“Don’t move,” she growls. “Stay the fuck away from me.”
“You want me, princess.” I take another step. “I can see it in those beautiful eyes of yours. You need me.”
“I don’t need anyone.”
She pulls a knife from her waistband and lurches forward. It happens fast, and the tip of the blade rests under my chin. I knew bringing her here would be fun.
