Walker didn’t hesitate. He fired, hitting his target exactly as intended.
“Ah!” the stupid fucker cried out as his gun went flying. Blood dripped from where the bullet had grazed Price’s hand.
Gun still raised, Walker stormed toward the other man. “Second shot goes in your empty goddamn head.”
The man’s expensive-as-shit pants darkened with a stream of fresh urine. Glancing down at the man’s wet crotch, Walker tsked. “You’re gonna play hell trying to explain that one to yourboss.”
“P-please,” Price begged like the little bitch he was. “Please, don’t kill me.”
“Ironic, coming from the man who just took a shot of me.”
“I told you, I had no choice.”
“Well, you do now.”
“What?” the injured man cried. “Tell me what to do. I’ll do anything, just please…don’t shoot me again.”
And that, ladies and gentlemen, is how quickly the tables can turn.
“I want you to let me do my fucking job.”
“B-but my boss…” Price grimaced in pain as he kept hold of his injured hand. “What am I supposed to tell him?”
“Tell him I have things under control.”
“But y-you don’t. You don’t even know where the Dawson woman is.”
“No, but I know how to bring her out of hiding.”
Pushing through his pain, Price studied him a moment. “How?”
“First rule of professional assassination. You can’t go to the target, you make the target come to you.”
“H-how you plan on doing th-that.”
“Same way you catch a rabbit.” He forced a smug smile. “By dangling a carrot in front of its nose.”
Two minutes later, Walker got into his car and drove away. His gut tightened as he thought of the gorgeous redhead he’d been watching closely over the last few weeks.
Even from afar, the sexy nurse’s spitfire personality had turned him on faster than any woman he’d ever met. She made him wish he’d chosen a different path. He’d wished that same wish a billion times before, but never for the reasonssheput into his head.
Who knows? If he had chosen a different life for himself, maybe he and the little firecracker could have…
Another time. Another fucking life, man.
Walker blinked away the pointless daydream. That kind of life—that kind ofworld—had no place for an asshole like him.
Picket fences, two-point-four kids…all that shit was for other guys out there. Men who had normal, nine-to-five jobs. Men who didn’t kill other men for a fucking living.
No, a spunky, vivacious woman like Jenna Shaw deserved better than some sick fuck sitting here, fantasizing about the two of them together…while he was on his way to kidnap her.
* * *
Gabe traced a fingertip along the dip of Ellena’s spine, causing tiny goosebumps to spread across the smooth skin covering her back.
“That tickles,” she mumbled from beside him.
He smiled. He’d actually done little else this past week, which was how long they’d been holed up here, in Kole’s cabin.
