I rubbed up against him like a cat and whispered, “Everything.”
Owen trembled, cursing under his breath as he leaned back. There was a peculiar look in his eyes that I couldn’t discern. “Devon’s going to kill me, but fuck it. He gets all the fun. Come on.”
Before I knew it, we were moving out the back exit. He opened the rear door to a dark sedan, and I climbed in.
Owen slammed the door and got into the driver’s seat.
“Don’t you want to come back here?” I asked warily.
The plan was to get him out of the building so his friends wouldn’t be able to corner us in a bathroom if they came looking. Usually men didn’t go searching for one another, but since these guys worked together, it might be a habit, and we couldn’t take any chances. Viktor had suggested either inside a car or in an alley near the building, just so long as we could make a quick getaway if caught.
When he started the car and backed out, my throat went dry. I crawled into the front seat and searched the parking lot for Christian as we sped away.
“Where are we going? My car is still back at the bar. Just pull over here; the alley is fine.”
Ignoring me, he stepped on the gas even harder, and we sailed around the curve of the road. Buildings soon turned into trees.
Just a slight detour, I told myself.
What I didn’t understand was why we were going so far out. Viktor had given both Christian and me a stern warning about causing a scene and tipping off his men. No bloodshed. Well, given my current situation, at least his friends were out of the picture.
Without Christian to charm him, I was going to have to work out another plan to get information. I was used to thinking on the fly, so I kept my cool. “I saw the guys you were with. I don’t think you get half the respect you deserve.”
There are two things that all men like stroked: their cocks and their egos.
He veered off the road, and my heart finally slowed down.
Owen shut off the engine and turned to face me, his eyes dancing with mischief. “Ready to play?”
“If you have to drive all the way out here to have a little fun, maybe you need to find a new boss.”
“That wasn’t my boss,” he ground out. “Hike up your skirt and show me what you’ve got.”
“I’m not a prostitute.”
“Do you think I’m a moron?” He gripped a fistful of my hair. “You’re not the first person who’s tried getting information out of me. My boss told us to keep an eye out for a rogue who has her nose in his business. I’m supposed to bring in any suspects.”
“So why didn’t you call your friends when you had me in the bathroom?”
“Maybe I’m sick of someone else getting all the credit. I’ve got plenty of time to take you in,afterI get some information and have a little fun of my own.”
“I didn’t know you were into the rough stuff, but that’s okay.” I traced my finger up my leg. “You want me to pull up my dress? You got it, daddy. I’ll show you everything.”
The automatic locks clicked on all four doors.
He knocked my hand out of the way and reached between my legs, searching for a weapon. I slapped his face repeatedly to get his hand away from my dagger.
Owen gripped my wrist, trying to subdue me. “Who do you work for?” he shouted.
I bit his arm and twisted out of his grasp. With my right hand free, I palmed the dagger and went for his throat, but he knocked the blade out of my hand before I made contact.
When I reached down to get it, he pulled a dagger from inside his jacket and plunged it into my thigh.
My scream filled the car like a nightmare.
Immortal or not, daggers hurt.
“What a shame to ruin those pretty legs,” he said, his voice jovial. “Now tell me who the fuck you work for!”
