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“If you were my mark, I would have been on my knees for you as soon as I walked through your front door. And you sure as hell wouldn’t have had a chance to fuck Rosita.” I glare at her as she glares at me. “Then after you came, multiple times, I would have put a bullet through you and walked off.” She turns and does just that, walks away.

16

ELENA

“This conversation isn’t over. Don’t you walk away from me. I want to trust you, but you have the Great Wall of fucking China up between us,” Nash calls out to me.

“And whose fault is that?” I whirl around at him.

“Mainly yours, but I’ll put my hand up for some of it. Do you have any idea how fucking combative you are?”

“The same could be said about you.” I pout back at him, not liking that he’s calling me out. “You are the most frustratingly, annoying man I’ve ever met.”

“Why thank you.” He smirks. I flip him off, otherwise, I’ll drown him in the sea. “Look, with this off-the-books mission you have planned, and I’ve now been dragged into, you need me.”

“Doubtful,” I snip.

“I’m sure you could do it on your own, but you need me. Yes, you may be able to flutter those eyelashes and get any of the men to do your bidding, but the wives will see right through it. These women are tough, they have to be in this life, and don’t think they will hesitate to end you if they think you are stepping on their toes.”

“You don’t think I can’t be a girl’s girl because I know how to seduce men?”

“I’m sure you are, but Russia is a hell of a lot different to Mexico,” he warns me.

“I know, hence why I have a date tonight. He’s my in for the charity event.”

He stills as if he’s forgotten all about that.

“That’s your Plan B?”

“Yep,” I answer with a pop.

“Does he have a wife?”

I narrow my eyes on him, I’m not a fucking amateur. “Technically, yes, but he has a long list of mistresses. His sons are grown, joined the cartel like daddy, and his wife lives happily in Europe with someone else.”

“This isn’t a good idea,” he warns me.

“It’s like you think I don’t know what I’m doing. I’m the fucking CIA, asshole. My job is to kill people. Bad people. Do you think there isn’t a situation I haven’t been in that wasn’t bad?”

He shrugs. “I have no fucking idea.”

“There have been many times where I thought this was the end, and honestly, I’m surprised I’m still here. So, please pay me the respect that I can handle myself.”

He stares at me for a couple of moments. “It’s hard picturing it, that’s all.”

“Good. That means I’m doing my job.” I smirk.

“I was able to pull the knife on you though,” he states.

“Because I let you. You may be bigger, stronger, and heavier than me, but I let you think you were in control in that moment as I didn’t want to show my hand,” I explain to him. I can see it in that thick head of his, the wheels turning, trying to work out if I’m telling the truth and if he could take me on. “Try me now,” I ask him.

“No. Why are you always asking me to fight you?” He groans.

“I miss the adrenaline, okay,” I confess. He raises his brows at that. “How about this? If you can trip me over, I’ll cancel going on the date and do things your way. But if I can get you over then you trust me and let me do what I have to do.”

“You seriously betting me on this?” He scoffs.

“You’re that confident you can beat me?” I say, planting my legs into position and then placing my hands on my hips.

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