Page 57 of Dirty Game
A price on my head. Because I matter to Varrick. Because hurting me would hurt him.
The thought shouldn't make me feel warm, but it does.
"How long?" I ask.
"Few days. Maybe a week. Pack light."
I nod, head to my room.
As I'm packing, I think about what’s happened this morning.
Six weeks ago, I was nobody.
Uncle Enzo's burden, Marco's victim, a virgin worth six million dollars to clear a debt.
Now I'm Varrick Bane's forensic accountant. His little mouse.His.
And apparently, that makes me worth killing.
I should be terrified.
Hell, I should be planning a way to escape, to find a way out of this world of violence and misery.
Instead, I'm packing.
When this is over, when the Corsinis are handled and we're back from the safe house, I'm going to seduce Varrick Bane.
I'm going to make him stop pushing me away.
I'm going to make him take what's his—not because Uncle Enzo sold it to him, but becauseI'mchoosing to give it.
My virginity has been currency my whole life.
It's time to spend it on something I actually want.
And what I want is him. All of him.
I want the violence and the gentleness.
The control and the desperation.
The man who kisses me against his desk like he's drowning and I'm air.
Jensen knocks. "Time to go, Miss."
I zip the bag, take one last look at the room where I've spent weeks learning to feel safe.
When I come back,everythingwill be different.
When I come back, I'll make sure of it.
The elevator ride down is silent.
Jensen keeps checking his phone, his gun visible beneath his jacket.
The car is already running, another man I don't recognize in the driver's seat.
"Where's Varrick?" I ask as we pull away from the building.
