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A chill rose up my spine that turned into a shudder when he brushed a finger down my cheek. “Vargas wanted you dead for your part in his arrest. I convinced him that you could be useful.”
“Vargas is in jail. You don’t need to do his bidding anymore.”
“You really believe he has no power inside prison?” he mocked. “Don’t be naïve, Grace.”
“What did you do to Axe?”
I had to keep him talking. Roger needed to finish his beer damned quick.
“He’s alive if that’s what you’re wondering. I don’t kill indiscriminately.”
“If your boss wanted me dead, why are we still talking?”
His lips lifted cruelly. “I like to toy with my prey, especially the beautiful ones.”
Shit.
“You said you don’t want to hurt me.”
He lowered his head, his warm breath by my ear causing me to shiver in dread. “I’m conflicted, hermosa. You have become … what do you call it … an obsession?”
No. No. No. Why is this happening to me? I don’t want this madman obsessed with me.
“I want to fuck you, but I also want to slice your beautiful skin from your body.” He chuckled as if it was something amusing. As for me, I was having trouble dragging air into my lungs with my body trembling against his. “The thought makes me hard.” He thrust his hips against me and I indeed could feel his erection. “To smell your fear.” He stepped back to survey me. “But I need you to remember. Our contador—”
“Fuck!” A voice shouted from below.
Roger.
“I’m coming back for you, hermosa,” The Reaper said as if in no hurry to leave. “You better have what I need or I will be very, very disappointed in you.” He crushed his lips against mine, searing me in a brief, brutal kiss before he dragged me out of the loft. I felt something pointed at my back.
Roger was already in the hallway with his gun drawn.
“Ah, Señor Peña.”
“Let her go.”
“Shoot him!” I screamed. “He’s not going to—”
Then gunfire exploded.
I felt myself getting shoved forward. I tripped and rammed the side of my face and torso against the steel post of the spiral stairs.
My vision blurred as my world was yanked beneath me.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
Matt
“Give it a try, Kyra.”
The Ford sedan’s engine cranked to life.
Well what do you knowMatt thought wryly as he slammed down the hood of the car.
“You’re the best, Matt!” Kyra gushed as she turned the engine off and got out of the vehicle. She launched herself at him like she was in some damned romantic movie, and he could do nothing but make sure he caught her. When she tried to kiss him though, he twisted his neck, and her lips landed on his jaw.
Matt should have known better than to give in to Kyra’s tricks of getting him alone, but he needed an excuse to leave the garage. She’d been relentless lately. Last week alone she’d had plumbing and furnace problems. He’d sent Roger both of those times. Kyra had been a regular hookup, though he’d made it clear he wasn’t available emotionally. She’d been hinting about getting together again whenever he went to the diner or she’d drop by the garage, but Matt had managed to blow her off. Ever since Grace swept into town a few months ago, he had lost the desire to look at other women.