Page 10 of Obsession

“How old are you now?”

“Twenty-four.”

He holds everything I’ve said for a moment and doesn’t respond.

I watch as he crosses his ankle over his knee and leans back, lacing his fingers behind his head. I make my eyes look away from the rippling muscle he effortlessly flaunts when he leans back.

“And what will you do when you find them?”

“The same thing you would.”

It’s a bold move, to assume I know how he’d behave.

I brace myself for his anger, or outrage, or a command to leave. Maybe he’ll even call someone to come and escort me off his property. How far is too far to push a man like him?

He does none of those things.

“And what is it I would do?”

I squirm but don’t look away. “You’d kill them.”

He doesn’t deny it.

“I don’t think you’re capable of murder, Miss Price.”

So, we’re back to formalities. I can play that game, too.

“That’s only because you don’t know me, sir.”

“And if I did?”

I swallow before I draw in a deep breath. “You’d know that there’s nothing I won’t do for the people I’m loyal to.”

He slowly nods. The hint of approval fills me with pride.

Run,my instinct warns. It's dangerous to value the opinion of someone like him.

“That’s closer.”

“Closer to what?”

“Convincing me to hire you.”

CHAPTER THREE

Cain

She’s here.I’ve waited for this. I’ve planned this. And everything I’ve orchestrated led her here, but she can’t ever know that.

I’ll kill Armand for the way he did this. Fucking hit her car to get her attention, planted bits and pieces of information for her to find us. But it was too damn risky, the son of a bitch.

I look at the way she sits, her back ramrod straight in one of the pool chairs, my tee melting against her curves like a seductive tease.

It’s a mistake to hire her.

I don’t hire impulsive, headstrong people for my team.

Ever.

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