Page 15 of His to Possess

She spins the wheel hard and I slam into the door with an oomph. Then the Jeep lurches onto the street and she puts the pedal to the floor. I sit back up and shake the shards of glass out of my hair and off my clothes and exposed skin. I really wish I was a little better covered and not in a t-shirt and gym shorts.

“Who the hell was that?” I ask, turning to look out the back window.

“Beast,” she answers. “He’s a fellow bounty hunter, apparently turned assassin.”

Well, I aptly nicknamed him because the man definitely lived up to his codename. Whatever is happening is definitely not a joke and I no longer have the urge to laugh. I understand now why she was so upset earlier. The situation we’re in is dire. Right now, we’re both rattled and it occurs to me that our lives really are in very serious danger. That asshole just tried to kill us. But why? I need to pry some answers out of her sealed lips.

I wonder if I could kiss them out of her?I can’t help but think. Giving my head a hard shake, I force myself to focus on the severity of what is happening.

“Where are we going?” I ask, giving my head another shake. Several small pieces of glass go flying. When she doesn’t answer me, I start getting pissed. “I’m done with one-word answers and clandestine bullshit. You better start answering my questions right now or you can pull this damn car over and let me out.”

“If I do that, they’ll kill you.”

“Why? What did I do?” I demand.

“You’re guilty by association.” She slants me an apologetic look. “Sorry about that.”

“I need answers,” I growl, reaching for the door handle. “And, I don’t care what you say. If you don’t start giving me some then I’m getting out and I’ll take my chances.”

She pulls her lower lip into her mouth, probably debating how to respond, but I’m done. Yeah, she might be hot and this night might have started off as a seemingly fun adventure, but I’m done. The last thing on my agenda is getting shot. I yank the handle and the door opens. I’m prepared to jump out of the moving vehicle, but she grabs my arm.

“Wait,” she says, her aqua eyes big and pleading. “I’ll tell you everything you want to know. But first we have to get somewhere safe. There are too many people looking for us right now.”

With a frustrated sigh, I slam the door shut and cross my arms. “Fine,” I grumble. “But, at least tell me where we’re going.”

“A safehouse.”

“Well, that last one wasn’t too safe, so how is this one going to be any better?”

I can’t help but be a sarcastic ass. Not knowing what’s going on is making me feel out of control and I’m a guy who likes to be in charge.

“We’re going tomysafehouse,” she clarifies. “No one knows about this place except me.”

“Let’s hope not,” I can’t help but add, and she throws me a funny look.

“No one,” she emphasizes. “You’ll be the only one.”

“How can you be so sure about that?”

“Because I never go here and the place is listed under an alias. We’ll be fine.”

“Do your jobs usually blow up into a shitstorm?” I can’t help but ask, sending her a little grin.

“No. I’m blaming you. You must be bringing me all the bad luck.”

“No way. I’m your lucky charm, kitten,” I tell her, and she raises a dubious brow.

“We’re not in a very lucky position,” she tells me carefully. After driving in what feels like circles, probably so she can make sure we aren’t being followed, she pulls the Jeep into a parking spot in a dark alley behind a dreary-looking apartment building.

“Why do you say that? We lost the bad guy and neither of us got shot,” I remind her. “I think that’s damn lucky.”

After turning off the car, she spins in her seat and locks eyes with me. Then she lifts her phone, hits a few buttons and turns the screen around so I can see it. More specifically, so I can see the two names she’s showing me: Butterfly and Angelo Rossi.

“What is that?” I ask curiously.

“It’s called the Kill List.”

Well, shit, that doesn’t sound good.

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