Lucas said nothing.
Miller’s jaw slackened with sudden understanding. His gaze landed squarely on me. “You had Hunter knuckles.”
My heart squeezed tight as he put it all together.
“You had fucking Hunter knuckles.” He spat blood onto the floor again and glared at Lucas. “Goddamn it!You’rethe spy? You killed your friends and turned traitor for this fucking whore?”
Still, Lucas said nothing, though I wondered whether he’d mention his sister.
“No pussy is worth this, man. I’ve had her enough times to know she isn’t anything special.”
I clenched my fist around my weapon, longing to rip it across his body.
Miller sneered at me. “Though I suppose I did like the way her throat felt around my cock.”
My stomach dropped. I had no recollection of that. Had I… Had I lost memories? Maybe he was lying. I was fairly certain I would’ve bitten it off, even under threat of death.
I expected Lucas to lose his temper, but he countered with, “I doubt it’s big enough to reach that far.”
Miller’s keen green eyes turned calculating, searching. In a flash, Lucas threw his remaining karambit to the floor and pulled something from his waistband. It whizzed toward Miller, catching him above the knee. With a scream, Miller collapsed to a kneeling position. He ripped the throwing knife from his body. Lucas threw another. Miller fell backward, the blade buried in his right chest.
Yanking a spiraled knife from a holster, Lucas dropped to his haunches before Miller, holding the deadly weapon to his throat. “You’re lucky. If she weren’t here, I’d cut out your intestines and make you eat them.”
Miller tracked the blade in Lucas’s hand with the focus of a man who knew death hunted him. “Luke, think about this. Ifyou kill me, you’re a dead man. You’re the only one left? That’s suspicious. Leave me alive. We’ll play it off like she killed them.”
Lucas raised the dagger.
“Or I can get you out!” Miller said, desperate now. “I have contacts. I can hook you up. I’ll make sure they don’t come after you. You weren’t even here tonight. No one will ever know.”
The dagger touched Miller’s throat.
“Please,” Miller said.
“You hear that? He’s begging, Sophia.”
I smirked at Miller. Vicious pleasure rolled through me. “I like the way he begs, don’t you?”
Miller’s mouth went slack. “Sophia? Is that your name?”
Lucas’s wicked knife whipped through the air and pinned Miller’s right wrist to the floor. “You don’t speak her name,” he snapped, his calm slipping.
Miller screamed. Barely restrained savagery glittered on Luke’s face. He wanted to do awful, cruel things to this man before him, and I was the only thing holding him back.
My mind cast back to that sheet Lucas had given me months ago, the list of Miller’s strengths and weaknesses.
Will always underestimate a woman.
I snatched one of Lucas’s discarded karambits. One swipe, and a bleeding gash opened from Miller’s mouth to his temple, barely missing his eye. Blood flowed from the wound, dripping down his neck and reddening his teeth. The split flesh dangled from his face, and his eyes blazed.
Panting with pain, attached to the floor, Miller cursed. He twisted, jerking his pant leg up to his knee and reached down.
Lucas yanked on my wrist. I tripped behind him.
Miller extracted a small handgun from a concealed holster around his calf and aimed. In the time it took Luke to shield me, Miller was able to get off a single shot.
The deafening bang startled my every sense. I screamed. Lucas jumped on him, grabbing his left wrist. It knocked him flat on the floor. Several more shots thundered while they struggled.
I leapt to Lucas’s side. He had one hand on Miller’s wrist and the other on his elbow. I went for the gun. Once I had the warmed metal in my hands, I pointed it at Miller’s forehead, squeezing the trigger without guilt.
