Page 24 of All's Fair In Love & War

“Most people aren’t me,” I replied, my gun never wavering. “Try again. Why are you here?”

Dallas grinned, ignoring my question as he took a slow, deliberate step closer.

“It was cute how you pretended not to notice me, but I knew better,” he replied, his gaze sweeping over me as his tongue slid across his bottom lip.

“Good for you, but you still didn’t answer my question.”

“And what question was that?” An infuriating smirk played on his lips.

“Why the hell are you following me? Did you see me as an easy target, or were you just stupid enough to think I would be your weakest opponent?”

“When did we become opponents?” He tilted his head, his intense eyes locking onto mine.

“Our families hate each other. That automatically qualifies me as your enemy.”

“Enemy? Nah, I would never think of you as my enemy. That just sounds a bit too harsh for the connection we have,” he flirted, sounding delusional.

I raised a brow and cocked my head to the side. “You and I don’t have shit, so if you want to consider me your enemy, that is just fine with me.” I lifted my Glock to his head.

“Relax.” He chuckled, undeterred by the weapon pointed at his face. “I just want to have a friendly chat.”

“Bullshit! The last time I saw you, I had this same gun pointed at your head. If Tatum hadn’t stepped in, you’d be dead. So why the hell would you come looking for me to talk?”

His smile deepened as if I’d said something funny. “I had to see if you’d actually do it this time.” Dallas took a careful step closer, his hands still raised.

“Keep testing me, and you’ll find out.”

Silence stretched between us, the kind that made most people squirm, but not Dallas. He stood there, steady and unflinching, like he belonged in the crosshairs of my Glock.

“You’re fascinating, you know that?” he said finally. “The rumors about you are quite impressive. They say you’re more ruthless than your brothers, but they left out how sexy you look with a gun in your hand.” His gaze dipped to my hips, and I hated the way my skin heated under his scrutiny.

“I don’t care what you’ve heard,” I said, my tone sharp enough to cut. “You’re still alive because of Tatum. Don’t mistake that for mercy.”

“Oh, I don’t,” he said, his smirk widening. “But I do wonder why you hesitated to kill me that day on that tarmac. Maybe you like me more than you’re willing to admit.”

“You’re one cocky muthafucka,” I hissed, tapping the barrel against his forehead.

“Yeah, I am, but don’t use that as a reason to deflect my question.” He leaned in slightly, his hands still raised, but his posture was impossibly relaxed.

My eyes narrowed, and my nostrils flared as I took in the scent of his expensive cologne, which blended with an aroma that was all man.

“Do you want me to finish the job since you seem confused as to why you’re still alive?”

“You got a thing for me, don’t you?” He smirked, taking another step closer.

“The only thing I have for you is the bullet I’m about to put in your head.” I rolled my eyes.

Dallas snickered as he bit into his pink bottom lip. “It’s okay if you don’t want to admit it, but I will. I’ve been thinking about you, Sophia. I’ll never forget that look in your beautiful eyes when you were about to kill me.” His voice sank into my skin, smooth and seductive, as he moved closer.

“One more step, and I’ll put a bullet between your eyes.” My gun tracked his movement. “I see you have a death wish,” I sneered, my voice trembling slightly—not with fear, but with the effort it took to keep my composure.

“Maybe,” he said, his voice dropping lower as he continued to close the distance between us, “but if I’m going out, I’d rather it be by your hands.”

His words hung in the air, heavy and charged, as he took one final step, closing the distance between us. My Glock was pressed against his chest now, the steady thrum of his heartbeat pulsing beneath my finger.

“Admit it,” he whispered, his voice a challenge. “You don’t want to kill me because you want something else.” He lowered his hands to grasp the long, thick dick tucked inside his pants.

I blinked, momentarily thrown off balance by the boldness of his gesture. I swallowed hard, my resolve faltering under the weight of his gaze. He was right—I didn’t want to kill him. Not tonight.

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