I pull my arm free, grab my phone from my purse on the desk, and glance at the screen. I read the message, then look up straight into his dark, smug eyes. And this time, I smirk.
“Sorry, Mr. Dev Rathore, but I can’t stand here and listen to your crap. I have somewhere better to be.”
He narrows his eyes. “Where?”
I sling my purse over my shoulder. “You’ll know soon enough. And when you do, you’ll have every reason to hate me...properly, completely.” I wink at him and walk out, leaving him staring after me.
Chapter 6
Dev
“Mr. Rathore.”
That irritating voice stops me just as I am about to open my car door.
Having no choice, I grit my teeth and turn to face Samarth. I fucking hope he doesn’t push it. He’s already done more than enough to ruin my mood, and whatever restraint I have left is wearing thin.
I arch a brow. “What now?”
He steps closer, his eyes burning with a dangerous mix of accusation and fury. “I know you coming in for this interview wasn’t random. I know you’re here for some twisted reason.”
Fuck. I don’t even know why I came here in the first place. All I know is that this damn pull towards Meera, the one that’s been under my skin since the second I laid eyes on her, has been messing with my head, pushing me to do things I’ve never done before. Like offering this stupid interview. But I keep that to myself. He doesn’t deserve to know a damn thing.
“Why I came here is none of your damn concern,” I fire back. “And don’t flatter yourself, thinking you know a damn thing about me.”
He huffs out a humourless laugh. “Oh, trust me, I know enough to say you’re nothing but a devil in disguise.”
The asshole actually thinks he can call me names to my face and I’ll take it.
What he doesn’t know is that every damn time I see him, I feel like I am losing what little control I have left. Even now, standing alone in an empty parking lot, the only thought running through my head is how ridiculously easy it would be to put a bullet through his head.
“And let me warn you, if anything happens to Meera this time, I won’t leave you,” he threatens, and it makes me go rigid.
My mind immediately recalls Meera’s words:“You’ll know soon enough. And when you do, you’ll have every reason to hate me... properly, completely.”
“What do you mean, something happens?” I ask cautiously.
“Don’t act smart, Mr. Rathore. She’s gone to one of your pubs again. She got a call claiming someone had information for her. But I am certain that call was a trap.”
My stomach knots. I take one step towards him, towering over him, my expression unreadable. “And?”
“And if she comes back with even a scratch,” he says, his voice shaking with real fear, “I will kill you. I don’t care how powerful you are. I don’t care what happens to me. I swear on everything I have, Mr. Rathore, I will not spare you.”
A dark heat spikes through my chest. Every time I see him with Meera, it pisses me off. But this possessive side of his? That annoys the hell out of me. Why the fuck does he care about her so much? I need to know exactly what kind of relationship they share.
But that can wait. Right now, I need to save that stubborn woman from whatever mess she’s about to walk straight into.
Not wanting to waste another second standing here with this asshole, I yank my car door open, slide in, and pull out of the parking lot.
As I drive, I make the call and track her location. Once I have it, I dial the man at the pub, the one who handles the back end of our drug operation.
“Has any woman come in looking suspicious?” I ask, my voice already edged with impatience.
“Yes, sir,” he replies immediately. “She’s trying to get into the restricted area.”
My grip on the wheel tightens. Of course she is. Of course, that stubborn woman would head straight for the one place she absolutely shouldn’t be in.
“No one lays a finger on her. Just keep an eye on her from a distance. If anyone touches her before I get there… God help them.”
