Dirtbag.
And it pained her to admit just how handsome he actually was, with his well-toned physique, dark brown hair and eyes so pale they seemed to glow. Though he’d be a lot more attractive if he didn’t have that venomous air around him that said he’d rather gut someone than talk to them.
‘Course a lot of folks said that about her, too. But she, at least, tried to mitigate it.
He, on the other hand, flaunted it like a prized trophy.
“Tell your pimple that I don’t have his money.”
Sicarius arched a brow at her and the nonchalant boredom in her tone. He glanced around the crowded bar, knowing as well as she did that if he shot or beat her in here no one would notice or care. Which was one of the reasons she liked this place so much. “You’re really going to make me do this?”
“I’m not making you do anything, but I don’t have the money. So if you’re willing to get bloody, so am I.”
He let out a tired sigh before he took a step forward.
Eve braced herself and moved her hand to her blaster, under the table.
Yet before he could reach her, a giant shadow blocked his path. “There a problem?”
Sicarius tensed as he sized up the new threat.
So did Eve.
Not just because she wasn’t expecting anyone to intervene on her behalf, but because ofwhowas intervening.
A League assassin.
What the hell?
Even taller than Sicarius, who towered over most, the assassin was fierce.
And gorgeous.
All masculine power and lethal grace. Like the finely-honed killing machine they’d trained him to be.
Yet for all that threat, Sicarius didn’t back down. “This is private business. Has nothing to do with The League.”
“Really?”
Sicarius nodded. “Really.”
The assassin clicked his teeth. “See, I’m afraid I’m going to have to differ with you about that. Being that you’re a hired thug for Rufus Syter.”
Eve wasn’t sure which of them was the most shocked by his words. Mostly because it was true.
How had the assassin known that?
Why would he care?
“I’m not doing anything wrong. Just collecting a legal debt for a loan the lady took out.”
The assassin gave him a cold grin. “You’renot. But your boss is doing all kinds of things that are questionable. So let me tell you how this is going to end. You’re going to walk out of here and leaveZaranaErixour alone, then you’re going to make a call and tell Syter that he will forgive her all debts or else her League friend will make sure the Prime Commander gets a file with enough dirty deeds to see to it that your boss isn’t accorded a trial. Just a rather unpleasant execution. Understood?”
She saw his urge to argue, but Sicarius knew what she did. The League was law. And given that this assassin was dressed all in black, he was one of their highest-ranking members.
No one argued with their high command.
No one.
