Page 5 of Her Last Hope
She narrowed her eyes. “First, I don’t need saving.” She wiggled, rotating her shoulders back and forth. He tightened his hold. “Second, I don’t believe you work for my father because I don’t have one.” At least her alias didn’t. “Tell Ramos this is the dumbest loyalty test ever. He keeps pulling this shit and my guy will run forthe hills.” She let her voice go from a faint whisper to a hush toned.
He covered her mouth again.
His eyes twitched and narrowed as she smiled behind his hand, letting her tongue touch his palm.
“Be careful, hon. I’m one of the good guys, but I’m not a saint.” He pressed his lips against her cheek. His touch felt like a moist feather sticking to her skin.
“I know exactly who you are. You’re Leandra Wakefield, private investigator out of Brooklyn. Daughter of multi-millionaire Chester Wakefield. Not Leandra Waters and whatever crazy bio you created for yourself.” He continued to stare at her in the mirror, his gun pressed against her shoulder, his large arm wrapped tightly around her middle. His gaze never wavered, but his eyes glimmered, waking up the erogenous zones that had been asleep since her husband died.
Who got turned on by being held at gunpoint?
Maybe she did have a death wish.
She’d carefully crafted her aliases for jobs like this one, but unfortunately, she hadn’t had much time to plan, and her assistant hadn’t spent hours looking for holes in it.
Shaking her head, she managed to free her mouth from his grasp once again. “Tell Ramos that I’ve scheduled a meet for tomorrow.” She squirmed, contemplating rearing her leg up between his and landing her heel right where it counts.
He must have read her mind as he cocked his head and repositioned himself. “We can do this the easy wayor the hard way.” He tapped the butt of his gun against the back of her head.
Her heart skipped a beat.
“Your father hired me to bring you back to him safe and sound, and that is what I intend to do. In eleven minutes, we have to be out that window and hightailing it to the fence at the west side and down to the waterfront.”
“I’m not going anywhere with you.” She twisted herself, hard and quick. Leaning forward, she raised her foot, going right for the groin.
She missed.
He had the nerve to smile.
“Asshole,” she muttered.
Grabbing his forearm, she pushed her ass against him, twisting his body, flinging herself backward. They hit the wall with loud smack. Raising her arm, she hurled her elbow into his gut. This time he hunched over, and she went for the gun.
“Oh, no, you don’t.” He shoved her forward, snagging both of her arms, yanking them behind her back. He pressed her body over the counter, this time holding her chest down. Her shoulders burned as he pulled harder on her wrists.
“This kind of noise is going to bring a shitstorm we don’t need.”
Lifting her face from the counter, she looked at him once again in the mirror. The jerk still had a stupid smile plastered across his face.
She grinned back, though she hadn’t meant to.
Nor did she welcome being turned on.
“Keep this up and I will render you unconscious,” he said.
“Let me go.” She drew her lips in a tight line, forcing her mind to remember this man didn’t want to woo her into bed.
“Not on your life, hon.” He jerked her body upward and toward the window.
“I’m not yourhon, and I’m not going anywhere with you.” This time she lifted both feet off the floor, pressing her feet against the sink and giving them both a good shove. He stumbled backward, twisting his body away from the wall.
She kicked her legs, trying to lock her feet under the towel rack, but missed about the same time he regained his balance.
“Sorry, hon, I didn’t want to have to do this, but you’ve left me no choice.”
The world went into slow motion as he lowered his weapon toward her head. A loud crack echoed in her ears, followed by intense ringing. Black squiggly lines that looked like little maggots filled her vision. More and more of them covered her sight until the world went black…
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