Snickering, she leaned over the steering wheel, maneuvering the car as if it was on rails. She was the expert driver of the two, not that it seemed to make a bit of difference. No matter what they did, the tips they’d been given during the arduous months, they hadn’t been able to get within ten miles of the elusive killer.
Until now.
The call had come out of the blue, anonymous and disguised.
She had the distinct feeling the assassin was goading her in particular, finding joy in the fact he’d duped her not once but twice.
Fuck. Him. If he was attempting to tie up loose ends, he’d get the surprise of his life.
“You’re not going to catch him,” David said as he darted a nasty look in her direction.
“Oh, yes, we will.” She sped up, going in excess of eighty. The fucker had gone into a blind curve, but there was no way out. None. “Hold on.” She careened around the excessive turn, her eyes opening wide immediately. “Oh, shit!” Slamming on the brakes, she held her breath as she temporarily lost control of the car, careening first headlong then sideways toward a tanker truck.
“Jesus. Mother. Mary. Of. God.”
Beep! Screech!
“Aaaaahhhh!” She let out a long groan as she struggled to keep the car on the road, her hands white-knuckled on the steering wheel. The force of gravity threw her forward as the car swung into a complete three-sixty, her vision marred, yet images and vivid lights flashed in a rapid circle. Suddenly, everything was in slow motion.
Bam! Whoosh!
“Fuck!” David exclaimed.
Allowing a slow breath to escape, she dropped her head and slapped her hands against the steering wheel over and over again. “Goddamn it!”
“That was…”
“Ridiculous.” Giving her partner a sideways glance, she fumbled to get out of the car, almost tumbling onto the ground before taking off running, heading in the direction of where the other car had gone. When she moved to a crest, a slight hill, she stopped and scanned the perimeter, wiping sweat from her brow, her words muttered under her breath. “You asshole. I will get you.”
David lumbered to her side, huffing as he slapped his hands on his hips. “You could have killed us and for what?”
The answer was easy.
To catch her nemesis and her lover, the single fugitive who’d gotten away from her.
Again.
Sophia remained silent as she squinted and even in the shadows, the ominous darkness, she could feel his presence. He was watching her. The cat and mouse exploit had turned into a game of chess. And he anticipated her every move. He’d found a way into her mind during heated sex, finding out just enough about the way she reacted to give him some insane advantage. “I will hunt you down.”
“You’re consumed by this,” David scoffed and paced back and forth. “I’m calling it in.”
She didn’t answer. There were no words to say. Wrath Constantino was in the wind, no doubt murdering his target in cold blood. All for the sake of blood money, revenge. Remaining where she was, she continued to seethe, her blood pressure skyrocketing. She thought about the eloquent Italian, a manthe majority of women would call roguish, sexy. Yeah, he had a way about him; deep green eyes the color of new leaves in springtime, shoulder-length ebony hair begging to have a woman’s fingers running through the long strands. A body she knew was chiseled to perfection under his expensive tailored clothes.
A shiver trickled down from her pensive shoulders to the small of her back, sliding directly into her quivering pussy.
“You belong to me and you always will,” he whispered as he slid his hand down the inside of her thigh. “And I’m going to eat you for hours.”
She could still hear his husky voice, the seductive tone always making her quiver. What in the hell was wrong with her?
Groaning, she pressed the back of her hand over her mouth and clenched her legs shut, trying to abate juice from soaking her lace panties. Yeah, the man turned her on with his dominating ways and sensual swagger. How many sinful dreams had she endured with the man controlling her every move, requiring her complete submission? Swallowing, she shook away the thought. No man was ever going to dictate her life.
But he already did. He claimed you in every manner and you hunger for more.
The little voice inside her head was driving her crazy, rattling her in every manner.
Hearing David clearing his throat, she turned in his direction. “What?”
“Well, partner, the chase didn’t matter in the least. The local police found his target. Shot between the eyes.”
