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Fuck.
“You don’t need to be a killer to win at this game,” I say, my voice thick and low.
She arches an eyebrow at me.
I don’t like the look in her eyes, but there’s not much I can do about it. We’ve got a job to do, and she’s coming with me. I try to ignore the racing of my heart, and I watch through narrowed eyes as she straightens up. She reaches up to stroke my cheek, and I force myself not to move.
She tilts her head to one side and bites her lip. “We’ll see about that,” she says, her voice low. “But first, we need to get the fuck out of here.”
I nod, and we head towards the door, her hand somehow still in mine. I drag her along the corridor, towards the elevator and when it arrives, we enter and I press my thumb against the pad to select the roof.
The elevator slides upwards, and she turns to face the doors.
“What are you thinking?” she asks, her voice low and filled with something I can’t quite name.
I shrug. “You’re going to be a fucking liability tonight.”
“I might be.” She turns to face me. “But whose fault will it be if I am? I don’t know anything that’s happening.”
We lapse into silence, just watching each other. The elevator seems to be moving slower than molasses, and the tension inside it is building by the second. For all the shit I give her, she doesn’t deserve to die on this mission. She’s a fucking idiot, but she’s got nothing to do with this. She’s just someone who got sent to live in the wrong place at the wrong time.
“Okay, so you’re trying to prove a point here, right?” I ask her.
“That’s right.”
“So, if you stay out of my way I’ll make sure you’re safe tonight.”
She cocks her head to the side and smiles. “Maybe,” she whispers, her voice low and seductive.
The elevator dings and the doors slide open. Slowly, we step into the small roof on top of the building. The chopper is waiting for us, blades turning and ready to take us to the destination. All of the others are already on board, Snow scowling up a storm.
A smug sense of satisfactions floods me at the sight of his scowl. I fucking hate the guy. He’s not been here that long, and he’s always making trouble. Especially on missions. He thinks it’s the Snow Show, especially because his signature was copying other’s kill methods. He seems to think he can do all the jobs singlehanded. He doesn’t understand the importance of working as a team. Or that our particular skill set can’t be mimicked.
Tonight, I’m finally going to put him in his place. I turn my attention back to the woman beside me, studying her carefully. She’s considerably shorter than me, even in her stupid chunky heeled boots, and although she’s slight, her outfit shows off the curves she has in all the right places. Her hair is a wild mess of red, and her eyes are bright with excitement. She looks like she’s just been fucked.
Good. Let Snow think that – it’ll just piss him off even more.
“Are you ready for this?” I ask her, my voice low and smooth.
She meets my gaze, a smile curling her lips. “Duh,” she murmurs.
“Well, newbie, I think it’s time we had some fun.”
Without warning, I reach out and pull her close, my lips crashing down on hers. She gasps in surprise, but then she’s responding eagerly, her arms wrapping around my neck. The kiss is fierce and passionate, as if I’m attempting to brand her. To possess her. To make her mine.
I don’t normally do this shit. I mean, emotions are for pussies, but there’s something about this chick that has me riled up. There’s something about the way she looks at me, as if she’s giving me a challenge, daring me to take her.
She pisses me off, but not as much as Snow. So if kissing her riles him up, I’m all for it.
Her lips are soft and pliant against mine, but I press harder, deepening the kiss, my hands tightening on her waist. Her fingers dig into my hair, and I groan as her tongue flicks against my lips. My dick swells, desperate to be inside her, and her taste, her touch, her scent…it all overwhelms me.
Suddenly, she pulls back, breathless.
“What the hell are you doing?” she murmurs, her eyes narrowed and her hair falling into her face. She’s smart enough to sense that the kiss was all for show because she keeps her voice down, and I have to give her props for that.
I look her up and down, and then I let my gaze land on her lips. I trace the lower one with my fingertip, her breath hitching as I do so.
“Just making sure you’re ready for what’s coming,” I tell her.
