Page 14 of Devil's Property
“Or anyone else. But I will find her. And I will kill the people responsible.”
So I wasn’t the only bad guy.
While I felt for her, I had to regain control. Getting involved wasn’t in my best interest, not while being tasked to eliminate Fassi. Yet she was firmly convinced I was responsible and her sister was imprisoned somewhere in the country. I had to admit my curiosity remained high.
“I can’t help you, Fallon. You’ve made that perfectly clear. While you might not believe me to be a man of honor, I can assure you that I do have integrity. As such, I’m going to let you go with a warning. There are dozens of cartels in this country who prey on women. They feed on the fear, selling their victim’s bodies for profit. If your sister was taken for any reason and brought to this country, it’s entirely possible she’s already dead or taken to a buyer she’ll never escape from. Asking questions, especially of the wrong people and attempting to assassinate will only get you killed.”
“I believe you know what happened to my sister,” she insisted. “I believe you planned the entire… twisted game.”
My gut continued telling me to walk away. That’s what I was going to do. Beautiful or not, I had my hands full already.
“I’m not lying to you. Now, I’ve offered you an opportunity to walk out of here. I suggest you do so. I’m not a man who provides second chances.” Perhaps she’d take my words as a threat, but in truth, I liked the woman well enough I wanted to leave now and never look back.
Getting involved with me would place her life in danger, even if it was only because I agreed to provide assistance.
Or indulge in my dark cravings.
She hesitated, glaring at my men once again. As soon as I nodded to Lorenzo, he backed away from the stairs, allowing her to leave. She closed the distance once again. “If you had anything to do with Brooke’s kidnapping, trust me, I will hunt you down again. I won’t stop until I find out what happened to her.”
“Be very careful threatening me,halcón seductor. I’m not the kind of man who takes that kindly or in stride.”
“I’m not threatening you, Navarro. I’m promising you. This isn’t over by a long shot.”
“Very well. Noted. Now, one last time. While I realize this will fall on deaf ears, please consider leaving the country before it’s too late.”
Fallon studied me for a full minute before holding out her hand. “Not a chance. Give me my knife, Navarro. It’s my property as provided by the fucker who trashed my home.”
Another clue, only this one she’d purposely allowed to slip. She was hoping I’d falter. I didn’t.
I debated whether it was a good idea to return the blade. She was a very good actress, but I couldn’t ignore the possibility she was an assassin. As I crowded her space, I expected her to flinch. To her credit as with everything else, she didn’t. She stood defiant and proud, the determination to find her sister very much something I respected about her.
When I was only a few inches away, I drank in her perfume as I’d done before, not only enjoying the breath of fresh air that she was as a woman, but also her stunning beauty.
I slid my hand around the back of her neck, pulling her against me. While she didn’t fight, she pressed her palms to my chest, her expression as rebellious as before.
The moment I captured her mouth, her muscles stiffened, but that didn’t last long. We were both electrified by each other, our desire as surprising as how the night had gone. Since when had I been a man of integrity with a woman?
I swept my tongue inside, enjoying the briny taste of olives with the hint of vodka and her insane sweetness. Every one of my senses was on overdrive.
Fallon pushed away from me, rubbing her arm across her mouth as if my rough actions had been distasteful. When she backed away by a couple of feet, I noticed she had the knife in her hand. Clever girl. She offered a smile as I shook my head, but took me up on my advice and headed down the stairs.
I moved to the landing, peering down at her and watching with continued interest as she disappeared into the crowd.
It struck me almost immediately that my gut ached from letting her go. A laugh formed and I continued to try to follow her as she made her way through the club toward the door.
My cock continued to throb.
I’d tried to be frank with her without sharpening the message too much. Kidnapping was frequent in the country, including of wives and daughters of men considered enemies or traitors. I wasn’t going to share with her the torturous methods used.
“What in the hell was that?” Silvio asked as he flanked my side. “She was like a woman on steroids. Maybe a man dressed up like a woman.”
“Oh, I assure you she was all woman. Every inch of her.” Her scent lingered on my skin, the taste of her filling a void in my mouth. “Have you heard anything about a kidnapping?”
“They happen all the time, boss. You know that.”
“I’m talking about an American woman taken from LA.”
“No, but I wouldn’t put it past Eduardo and the assholes who work for him.”
