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There were three of him grinning as he stood over me. “You ready to go make good on our bet, Isla?” he asked.

I nodded and tried to stand. The world rocked and I started to sink down into my seat again. Then everything flip flopped and I groaned as my stomach churned. I clamped my eyes shut.

They opened of their own free will once more when Butcher started walking. I was over his shoulder and everyone was cheering as he carried me out of the bar. I shut them again before my stomach decided to revolt on me.

I wasn’t sure where he was taking me, but once he finally stopped walking and set me on my feet, I looked around. We had to be inside his clubhouse. I figured out after about a week of following him that this was where they were all living.

“We should go to my hotel.”

He paused, then shut the door. “If you live here, why are you staying in a hotel?” he asked.

Damn.The alcohol had my head spinning. If I wasn’t careful I was going to end up admitting to him that I was an assassin sent here to kill him.

“House is getting bug bombed,” I lied. Thank God that lying was as innate to me as breathing. If you weren’t good at stretching the truth you’d make a piss poor assassin.

“Hmmm,” he grunted, stalking toward me.

The room wasn’t very big and the way he was approaching mademe nervous. I was never nervous. I didn’t like the way it was making me feel. All caged in and trapped. I backed up until I hit a wall. At least it was solid and helped me stay on my feet.

He stepped in, putting his hands on the wall on either side of me. “You change your mind?” he asked, eyes dropping down to my lips.

“Huh?” I asked. Lying in this state might come easy, but thinking was difficult.

“About fucking. If you change your mind it’s fine.”

My brows shot up and I grinned at him. “I didn’t take you for a gentleman.”

“I’m not,” he confirmed, “but I like my women willing.”

Searching his gaze, I tried to decide what to do. I knew what my body wanted. I wanted to give in to the urges he stirred within me. But I should pull the small knife I had tucked into the back of my jeans and stab him before this went too far. I had a feeling that getting involved with Butcher on any level spelled trouble for me.

“I haven’t changed my mind.” Who said that? Was that me? Damn…it was.

I opened my mouth to tell him I hadn’t meant that, but his lips crashed into mine. His tongue was already in my mouth and…Oh my God.I moaned and pushed closer to him. I was lying to myself about changing my mind. Every part of me was tuned into him now.

He wrapped his arms around me, crushing me against his body. I’d just kiss him for a few minutes, then I’d kill him. My body was on fire. Maybe I’d waited too long to have sex. That was what was wrong here. But I wasn’t going to break my self-imposed rule and sleep with him. That was rule number uno. The number one important thing I’d learned over the years. Don’t have sex with the clients you have to murder. It just ended up being messy any way you looked at it.

I wanted to cry in misery because I was about to put a stop to this kiss and all the wonderful sensations coursing through my body. Reaching behind me, I grabbed my knife.

He shifted his mouth and was sucking on my neck now. I let my head tip back and enjoyed the feeling before I focused again. Gripping my knife tight, I brought it around behind him. We were smashedtogether, so I couldn’t get at his heart. I’d have to stab him in the kidney then finish him off once he released me.

“What are you doing,” he muttered against my skin.

“Nothing,” I gasped as he raked his teeth over the spot he’d been sucking on. This was an awkward position to try to stab someone in. Especially someone who was so damn thick around as he was. He was so tall and muscular it was hard for me to see what I was doing. And I didn’t want to miss. Then I’d be in a very vulnerable position with an extremely pissed off man.

He shifted and I froze when his back brushed into the point of my knife. He stilled and stared down at me. His eyes narrowed and then something happened that I wasn’t expecting.

“Is that a knife?” he asked, a slow smile spreading over his face.

“Uh…”

His hand wrapped around my wrist and wrenched my arm around until he was looking down at my throwing knife. His eyes flicked back up to mine. He cocked his head and the smile turned into a feral grin. “If you wanted it rough, baby, all you had to do was ask.”

That…wasn’t at all what- Why did he assume me having a knife meant I wanted it rough? Before I could ask, he slammed me up into the wall and his mouth was back on mine.

CHAPTER 5

Butcher

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