"I'm not some naive little girl, so don't fucking lie to me," she huffed. "You told me you were delivering a package, but you drove off without giving it to me... so was that a lie?"
Keeping a straight face, I tried to figure out how to explain this one, but I got nothing. "It was for the wrong address; that's why I drove off without giving it to you," I told her, hoping she would believe my lie.
I couldn't tell her who I worked for just yet, not until I found out the secrets she was keeping and why Foley wanted me to stalk her to begin with. I watched as she took another drag from her cigarette, exhaling the smoke slowly as she studied me.
"Wrong address, huh?" She finally said, her tone skeptical. "Well, you better make sure you've got the right one next time. I don't like unexpected visitors, especially ones who don't have the guts to tell me the fucking truth." Her gaze was piercing, and I felt the weight of her suspicion.
"I'll make sure it doesn't happen again," I promised, hoping to placate her.
But I knew I needed to find out more about her, about the secrets she was hiding. E's orders were clear—get close to her, gain her trust, and find out if she's a threat—but to whom and why, E wouldn't tell me.
As she crushed her cigarette under her heel and glared at me, I realized this wouldn't be as easy as I thought. But I was determined to get to the bottom of this, no matter what it took. And from this simple yet dangerous exchange, my target just fell right into my lap.
"So, what now?" I asked, my voice low.
The snow continued to fall, blanketing us both in a soft, white layer. The air between us crackled with unspoken tension, a mix of attraction and suspicion. Her eyes narrowed slightly, her expression unreadable.
"Now," she said, her voice a husky whisper that sent a shiver down my spine, "you answer my questions. And you better make damn sure you tell me the truth. Because if you don't, I promise you, you'll fucking regret it."
Her words were a challenge, a dare. And I couldn't help but feel a surge of excitement. This wasn't going to be easy, but I was suddenly more intrigued than ever.
"Ask away," I said, leaning in slightly, breaking the space between us.
I wasn't sure if I was trying to intimidate her or to get closer, but either way, I couldn't stop myself. She took a step back but didn't break eye contact. The green of her eyes seemed to deepen in the fading light. Fuck, I wanted her, and I was going to make damn sure that in the end she'd be mine one way or another.
five
a killer encounter
Fallon
Even though fury prickled my skin and a tremor of nerves danced beneath, I refused to show it. Puffing on a cigarette, I welcomed the bite of the cold air, letting it wrap me in its chilly embrace.
I stared at the towering, heavily tattooed man before me. His eyes were like dark pools, vast and mesmerizing. And, god, he was fucking captivating. He'd been stalking my house for days, but shit, he was gorgeous. Which also meant he was trouble; guys like him always were.
"How do you know who I am?" I asked, genuinely curious to hear his explanation.
"I've seen you around," he said, his voice a low rumble, shoving a hand into his pocket as he took a step closer. "What'syour name?" His voice was a smooth, dangerous seduction, turning me into a stuttering mess for a heartbeat.
"Fa… Fallon," I managed, quickly regaining my composure and plastering a smug grin on my face. "What's yours?"
"War," he drawled, taking another step, closing the space between us.
I could feel the heat radiating from his towering frame, a tangible thing against my skin. "Alright, War… tell me why you were really outside my fucking house."
"Because I couldn't resist seeing you in person," War replied, his dark eyes locking onto mine with an intensity that made my pulse quicken. "There's something about you I can't quite shake."
I took a step back, the warning bells in my head screaming. "Well, congratulations, you've fucking seen me. Now don't come back."
He just chuckled, reaching out to brush a stray strand of hair from my face. "I don't think you really want me to leave," he said, his voice low and insistent. "In fact, I think you want me to stay."
I swallowed hard, my mind racing as I tried to figure out a way to get rid of him without escalating the situation. But before I could speak, War leaned in, his lips dangerously close to mine.
"Admit it, Fallon," he murmured, his breath hot against my skin. "You've been waiting for this just as much as I have."
Just looking at him, his demeanor screamed danger. His big, dark blue eyes twinkled under the moonlight, but there was an unsettling darkness lurking within. The moon cast shadows across his chiseled jaw, lightly shadowed with stubble. I could smell the promise of rough sex and a thousand red flags from here.
Over six foot, he fucking towered over me, a canvas of tattoos swirling across every sculpted, bulging muscle of his toned body. Dark brown strands of hair fell into his eyes, but he moved hishead, flicking it to the side for a tousled look that amplified his rugged, mysterious aura.
