Even though her tongue was sharp, the look in her eyes and her body language was completely different.
A warm flush swept up both sides of her cheeks, a slight nervous tic appearing in the corner of her mouth.
“And just who do you think I am, my beauty?”
She swallowed, offering a nervous, plastic smile, a jolt of electricity soaring between us. Inhaling, I was able to gather a scent of her feminine wiles. And I could see her fully erect nipples pushing through the soft material of her top. Vile thoughts rushed into my mind, the hunger to shove my cock deep inside her tight channel becoming almost debilitating.
“Mr. Prince. I’m not immune to your business activities now that I recognize you. You’ve done some terrible things in your life and while there is no record of you being convicted, that doesn’t take away from your activities or how you treat people. I have no interest in continuing our… friendship.”
“I must admit my interests are something entirely different than simply being friends.”
“I want nothing to do with you, so I suggest you leave.” She stood defiantly in front of me yet took several steps toward the door. The woman truly believed she was going to toss me out.
Suddenly, two things occurred at once: a text on my phone and movement only feet away from the store.
This wasn’t about a robbery, but something much more intentional.
With her back to the door, she had no idea what was about to happen.
“Get out, Sinclair,” she instructed.
“Get down!”
Before I had a chance to grab my weapon, the same man entered the store. Even in the shadows, I could tell he was wearing a mask. He was either stupid, arrogant, or couldn’t care less that the odds of him leaving in anything but a body bag were slim.
The asshole grabbed Josette, yanking her against him, pressing the barrel of his weapon against the side of her neck.
She stared at me, her eyes opening wide.
Through his mask, I noticed his eyes. He was staring directly at me and I’d be goddamned if the asshole wasn’t grinning. He knew exactly who I was.
Had this been some setup?
She was genuinely terrified, her entire body shaking.
Rage rose up from the very depths of my being, the asshole who had her around the neck obviously unaware of who he’d dared fuck with.
“I suggest you lower your weapon,” I said in a quiet yet commanding voice. “You’re not going anywhere.”
Josette’s eyes were open wide, her fingers digging into the man’s arms, whispered moans of terror coming from her mouth. Yet she kept her glare pinned on me as if I was to blame for the attack.
I took careful steps toward the assailant, my Glock positioned in both hands.
“Drop it, fucker,” he growled.
“I don’t think so.” I took two additional steps closer, sucking in my breath when he placed the barrel of his gun against her forehead. There was no way I could get off a clean shot.
While she was trembling, there was also a look of anger in her eyes. And her usual determination.
“I have no problem shooting her before I blow your head off.”
The fucker had just made a mistake in threatening me. There was no way he was getting out of here alive. My move was calculated; I had one shot at saving her life.
My gut told me the beautiful woman was about to do something very stupid. Yet I admired her refusal to play the victim.
“Get off me!” Josette railed, jamming both her elbows into the perpetrator. As the asshole stumbled backward, she managed to snag the ski mask covering his face, ripping it completely away, her hand snagging the top of his sweater as she jerked away.
Her gasp was riddled with rage.
