Page 19 of The Last Time You Break Me

Once she became the hand that killed so many rival soldiers, she would become a game.

A sick and juicy fucking game, little pricks would want to conquer.

I knew men and I sure as fuck knew their ego.

It only left one thing, my little troublemaker wouldn’t be able to leave my side.

It was the only way I could protect her.

“For the love of Satan, Lara. Would you stop?” I groused as I turned down the volume on the steering wheel but the little minx just turned it back up. “Lara, I mean it.” I turned it down once more and she just folded her arms to scowl at me with a pretty pout.

“I’m trying to concentrate,” she responded as she looked me in the eye with a somber expression.

“On what?”

“On that sweet tail that we have.”

My eyes swung to the rearview mirror as I tightened my grip on the wheel.Son of a bitch. There was an unmarked blacked jeep that stayed far enough back to not be detected but close enough that they wouldn't lose us if we turned off.

“How did you notice that?”

“How didn’t you? It’s been following us since Coppers Street.”

“Windows are too dark, I can’t get a good look at the driver,” I snapped as I took a left turn down Denvors Way.

“He’s wearing a cap, low rent. Not in a suit and is alone in the car. But I can’t make out any facial features,” she added, hand hovered above the radio to turn it up once again.

“Don’t,” I warned. “How can you possibly see that?”

“Windows are dark, but the moron has his open a crack. When we passed a building back there, I caught a glimpse of his reflection. His posture didn’t suggest anyone else was with him.”

Satan, save me from this woman.

I should have known we were being followed. I should have known to check for reflections on street surfaces. Yet, I didn’t. I was too transfixed on her. I needed to get my head out of my ass and in the game quickly if I had any chance in hell of protecting her and not being the fool that got her murdered.

“Say it,” I growled, my glare focused on the road ahead as I put my foot down.

“Say what?”

“That I’m an incompetent moron that should have noticed, I know you want to.”

“True, I do. But it’s not needed. I know you were just too enthralled with my lethal beauty. It happens to the best of you,” she responded so easily as she unbuckled her seat belt and reached for something from under the seat.

“The best of us? Who the fuck has been giving you all their attention?” I sneered, head snapped toward her.

“So you admit that you were?” She smirked.

“Lara,” I hissed.

“Like, half of mankind and womankind too. It’s okay, killer. You can’t rip the bones out of them all.” She chuckled like she thought this shit was funny. I gripped the wheel so hard, that the leather squealed in protest under my wrath.

“I need to lose this fucker.”

“Or we could play with him,” she suggested wickedly.

“Not the assignment,” I gritted back.

“So? Pa would still want to know who is following us. He also thinks that someone could be behind all of the shit that has been happening lately. This fool might be it.”

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