“You play dirty.”
Her head snapped in my direction, smile widening as her eyes fell on my bloody pants.
Bitch was admiring her work.
“You got off easy, Silas. Otherwise, that fork would be sticking out of your eye socket.”
I moved closer, and she didn’t so much as flinch. It was unnerving, but also fucking sexy.
“You got a soft spot for me, love?”
She chuckled and shook her head. “What’s with the ridiculous pet name?”
I towered over her now, the sweet scent of her hair reaching my nose. “You’ve tried to kill me multiple times now—unsuccessfully. The least you can do is tell me who you are.”
She twisted, chest against mine, knowing damn well what she was doing when her fingers crawled up the front of my shirt, and she set her honey-colored eyes on mine. My dick reacted accordingly, which only caused a more smug grin to spread across the perfect features of her face.
“Silas Hayes,” she crooned, her tone sending another jolt to my cock, “those dark features, tan skin, British accent.” Squinting with genuine curiosity, she asked, “Who are you really?”
If I told her that her guess was as good as mine, she’d probably find my predicament amusing. I wouldn’t give her that type of power.
“You dare to question my background when you refuse me something as simple as your name.”
The small laugh that left her lips did things to me. I’d never wanted to fuck a woman as much as I wished to kill her.
“Where do we go from here, Silas?” she asked, ignoring my statement. “You know I can’t let you live. My blood is sealed in that contract—so it’s either mine or yours. And no offense, but I’ll choose me every time.”
I dipped close to her ear. “Well, love, it looks like we have a dilemma.”
“That we do.” She rose to her toes, now whispering over my ear. “Your move, Silas. Take your best shot.”
“Stop fucking with me. There are witnesses, children… You can’t possibly expect—”
“Pussy.”
Her knee connected with my dick with a force that caused my legs to buckle. I groaned and cussed loudly, my voice echoing inside the car. But before I could gather myself, the bitch sucker-punched me in the jaw.
Onlookers stood in stunned silence.
“Are you crazy?” I seethed, using my thumb to wipe blood from the corner of my mouth.
“You know, Silas, you can call me whatever comes to mind. I don’t give a damn. But don’t ever call me crazy. Makes me want to act up.” Pulling a Glock from the waistband of her pants, she grinned as she pointed the weapon at my chest. “Before I kill you in front of all these people” —a collective gasp rippled across the crowd—“you have something that belongs to me. My blade. Slide it over.”
I spat the blood pooling inside my mouth. “Fuck you. The next time you see the damn thing, it will protrude out of your body. That’s a promise.”
She laughed outright. “Next time? Cocky, are we? Mm, actually, I’ll give you that,” she said, eyes flicking to my aching dick, then back up to meet the rage in my face.
The train was slowing. I wasn’t about to take my eyes off her, but I could only assume we were arriving at the next station, and I had to bide my time.
“Look around. You’ve already implicated us both. Are you willing to take this all the way? Do you know the penalty for being a non-citizen possessing a firearm in Dubai?”
“Everyone has a price, Silas. There isn’t a scandal or crime that can’t be washed away with the right connections or dollar amount. Luckily for me, neither of those things is a problem.”
“So then, what are you waiting for?”
I knew I’d lost my fucking mind the moment the words formed in my throat. She was reckless, and calling her bluff wasn’t the smartest of decisions.
“You’re absolutely right.”
