She tries to jerk away. Cute. “Get your hands off me!”
“Not a chance.” I yank her closer, breathing her in. Anger, sweat, and something that makes me want to claim her again. “You’re coming with me unless you want them to come for you again.”
Her eyes flick to where we threw the man into the trunk of my guy’s car. The muffled thumps tell me he’s awake. Too bad for him.
Reality’s sinking in; I can see it. Good.
“I fucking hate you,” she spits.
I bare my teeth. “Get in line, dorogaya.”
I yank the passenger door open. “Get in.”
She scoffs, face still flushed from our little tussle. Fuck, if it doesn’t make me want to pin her against the car and—
“How fucking gentlemanly,” she sneers, climbing in like the seat’s made of nails.
I growl, slamming the door hard enough to make her jump. Half of me wants to stuff a rag in that smart mouth. The other half… well, it’s got ideas, too, just not so fucking polite.
My SUV stinks of leather, gun oil, and the ghost of violence. She crinkles her nose like she’s smelling shit. Tough.
“Seatbelt,” I bark, leaning over her.
She tries to melt into the seat, but there’s nowhere to go. I grab the belt, making sure to brush against her tits as I yank it across. Her breath hitches.
Yeah, you feel that too, don’t you, krasotka?
I click it in place, my hand lingering on her thigh. “Wouldn’t want you getting banged up if I have to outrun some pigs.”
“Go to hell,” she hisses, but her voice shakes.
“Only if you’re coming with me, Wren,” I say flatly, watching her eyes roll in annoyance.
Christ, I can’t even hold myself together when she’s close. Sukin syn.
I fire up the engine and speed off, just in time to pass a police car that’s approaching in the opposite direction.
As we peel away from the curb, I catch her watching me out of the corner of her eye.
“Where are we going?” she demands.
I bare my teeth in what might pass for a grin. “Somewhere safe. For now.”
She’s mauling her shirt in her fists, tight enough to rip. Clearly, she’s pissed.
But there’re other troubles brewing—like who the hell are theseblyadihunting me down?Luckily, I’ve snagged one of the bastards.
Thatmudak’s shark bait by tomorrow night. My jaw locks, fury burning in my gut. He’ll spill his guts about who he’s working for, but by then, it won’t mean shit. No second chances in this game. He’s fucked, and he knows it. The car tears through the fucking darkness.
I flick my eyes over to Wren. Fuck. Even with dirt and blood on her face, she’s still hot as hell. Makes me want to do things I shouldn’t. Stupid dick’s got a death wish, I swear. I snap my gaze back to the road.
Focus, mudak.
She’s gone quiet, but I can feel the tension rolling off her in waves.
Damn it, I should’ve known better. Fucking her was a colossal mistake.
But my body disagrees, remembering how she felt under me, the sounds she made.Blyat, I want her again. Makes me want to punch something. She’s nothing but trouble, a weakness I can’t afford. But my dick doesn’t give a shit about logic. Neither does that annoying ache in my chest when I look at her.Suka, I’m so fucked.
