For dick? Had I betrayed my safety for dick? I looked around the dingy room and shuddered, coming to the stark conclusion that I had, indeed, gone weak for the man’s cock. One I hadn’t even fully explored. I bit the corner of my lip and immediately regretted doing so. Fresh blood broke through the tender skin, and I snuck my tongue out and licked at the droplet.
The thick metal door tore open suddenly, startling me again.
Speak of the damn devil.
Silas stalked into the room with a stoic expression on his face. Taking only two steps past the threshold, he turned to glare at the men with their guns drawn. While he looked to be the pillar of self-control, the tension in his shoulders was evident.
Even though their expressions showed no fear or intimidation, the gunmen took several cautious steps back. Silas was a monster of a man. Tall, broad shoulders, thick muscular arms bigger than my head, and a chest I could use for naps and other interesting extracurriculars.
I shook that thought as fast as I’d conjured it. No more of Silas’s dick throwing me off my game and getting me killed.
“This is odd. Why would they room us together?”
He twisted around, eyes immediately dropping to my bare breasts. While nudity had never bothered me, I was rather tired of being on display and could use a shirt.
As if reading my thoughts, he ripped his off and tossed it in my lap.
“Everything is odd about this fucked-up situation you got us into.”
“Oh, this is my fault now?” I said sarcastically as I pulled the shirt over my head.
He stalked angrily across the room and ripped a ragged curtain from the wall. The other side of the window was nothing but steel. Not even bars. Just a solid steel plate. Did he really think they’d make it that easy?
“Something tells me you’re at the center of whatever bullshit is going down.”
“You were named just as clearly as I was, so instead of picking fights and tearing each other’s heads off—for now—let’s put our thinking caps on.” That earned me an unappreciative side-eye. “Ah, we’re back to the frosty ex-assassin on the lam thing.”
He pinned me with another hardened look, reaching me in two strides. The way his solid mass eclipsed me from my perch at the foot of the bed was meant to be intimidating. But surely, he had to know by now that I didn’t scare easily.
“What or who would you and I have in common? Cillian? He wouldn’t contract you to take me out just to have us both kidnapped. It doesn’t make an ounce of sense.”
I got to my feet, sliding against him as I stood. The perfect mask of contempt he held twitched for the briefest of seconds as our bodies made contact.
“No, it doesn’t. Cillian wouldn’t be stupid enough to come after me, nor would he have a reason to.” I put a hand on his chest, his brow arching at the gesture before I shoved him back and stepped around him. “This is something else,” I said, pacing and roving over every nook and corner of the room.
Us being here together was purposeful. That much I knew. We were waiting for “boss man.” As curious as I was to know who was behind this, I didn’t think sticking around to find out would be the best of choices. I had an eerie feeling that if we—Ididn’t find a way to escape now, I wouldn’t get the opportunity later.
“We have to find a way out.”
Silas crossed his arms. “No shit.”
“You know, I think I liked you better when I was the only one trying to kill you.”
Either my eyes were betraying me, or Silas had cracked a whisper of a smile. “If you were the only one trying to end my life, love, then I’d be a hell of a lot better off.”
I couldn’t help feeling insulted by his admission. It annoyed the fuck out of me. I really was slipping if he didn’t view me as a threat anymore.
“Is that right?” I asked, shifting my body in his direction.
He eyed me curiously for two seconds, gaze moving over my bloodied frame. Rolling his eyes in dismissal, he turned to re-examine the blocked-off window.
In a flash of rage, I ground my teeth together, ripped the lamp from the table, and chucked it at the back of his head. Between the roar from his lips and the glass shattering as it hit the hard floor, things had become much more interesting.
Shrouded in darkness, I backed into the wall as Silas’s hard grunts neared.
“You…Fuck! You’re fucking psychotic.” Cuss words burst from his mouth as he charged. Inching along the wall, I crouched, trying to make as little noise as possible. Maybe rocking him with an iron lamp wasn’t the most brilliant move. But he’d pissed me off. And the sound of it connecting with his skull had been worth it, even if he was ready to kill me.
“Helena, when I get my hands on you...” His footsteps shuffled closer. “Where’d you think you were going to go?” He bumped into the dresser where the lamp had been and growled, knocking it over.
