He made a low, animalistic sound.
“You deserve to be castrated. You deserve it all. You and that sick fuck of a boss.”
I ran the knife tip down his cheek and pressed hard enough so that blood welled.
Could I kill him?
Could I move the knife to his neck? Could I cross that line? My stomach did a sickening turn. I wanted to, but everything in my life had taught me that taking a life was wrong.
But he deserves it.
Anger surged. Part of it for myself, for having doubts.
For hesitating.
Viv deserved so much better.
“Well, it seems you have him where you want him,” a deep masculine voice drawled from behind me.
I stiffened. I hadn’t heard a single footstep.
“Now what?” the voice asked.
CHAPTER 7
NASH
The woman jerked to her feet.
The top of her head probably reached my shoulder. She looked at me, knife in hand, but I knew she couldn’t see me clearly in the darkness. A nearby security light on one building gave the only illumination, and it was highlighting her and her victim.
“Stay back,” she warned.
I held up a hand. “I figured he deserved it.”
“He did.” Her voice had a smoky undertone.
I cocked my head. “Are you going to finish it?”
She hesitated. She clearly wasn’t a trained killer, but I felt a faint whiff of desperation. I knew desperation could drive people to do things they ordinarily wouldn’t.
Being an assassin meant being cool, controlled, even detached. It paid to keep emotion out of it.
I’d watched this woman stun and drug the guy on the ground. She was a ball of emotion, running on it.
“What was your plan? Get him down, incapacitate him, then…?”
She licked her lips. She had very nice lips—full, still stained red. Damn, it had been a long time since I’d noticed a woman’s lips. And the way she faced me head on, I liked that too. She was afraid, but she wasn’t letting it stop her.
“I…don’t know. I want to kill him.”
The venom in her voice made my muscles tighten.What had the bastard done to her?
“You have the knife.”
Her fingers tightened. “I…Dammit.” She looked at the dirty ground.
Suddenly, the guy moved, his fingers circling her ankle. She kicked at him.
