Chapter 3
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Danger wielded excitement.
Something my father had taught me as a young boy. For the most part, he’d been right. Perhaps that’s why my cock remained at full attention even though a beautiful female assassin had the sharp tip of a blade shoved against my neck.
I’d never seen an attractive serial killer before, but that’s exactly what she looked like.
Yet as gorgeous as she was, the venom expressed in her eyes and on her face could melt steel and drive a man six feet under within seconds.
However, I wouldn’t mind declawing her long enough to take a sip or two of her sweet nectar.
She had long shapely legs, an hourglass figure, and the kind of cleavage shown in the body-hugging dress could make a man’s mouth water and his mind wander to sinful, filthy acts.
Which was exactly what I was doing.
All the fire and brimstone blasting across the room was creating a wave of excitement I hadn’t felt in years. Fuck, maybe ever. I could feel the explosive heat between us even if she was still contemplating a dozen or more ways to kill me.
I’d love to see her try. Perhaps I’d encourage her to do so.
Perhaps she had no understanding of who she’d confronted. That made the test of wills that much more enjoyable.
Monsters were often considered creatures of imagination, hairy or scaly beasts intent on terrifying their victims long before destroying their lives.
Monsters in my world were different. They were men dead set on claiming the lives of those they considered crusaders of the truth.
Typical killers could easily walk through this world untouched by their actions, the atrocities driven by hunger for power and money. They walked off or drank away their crimes as if they were untouchable.
I wasn’t that kind of man. Could anyone in my world call me decent?
Fuck, no.
I was the beast nightmares were made of, what some had called darkness personified.
Was there a chance I had a conscience? That was debatable.
I’d done few decent things in my life and this world clung to me because of the decisions I’d made and the actions I’d taken.
The life itself was full of power and control. A taste of the good life.
Yet in the darkest of night, the slime slithered from the shadows, threatening to consume everything in its wake.
Tonight, I’d come to the club as an observer and would-be protector, never planning on involving myself or my men in a situation requiring me to dip into the netherworld, as I often called it. So much for the best laid plans, as I’d heard so many times.
At least my cock twitched in appreciation of the woman in front of me.
Few people had truly surprised me in my life, women included. I was the master of anticipation, a man who could easily read someone’s intentions by a simple tic they displayed or by what they were paying close attention to.
Which was why I was obliged to give the stunning brunette with the shocking green eyes significant kudos. I’d read her all wrong. I’d thought the six-foot-tall voluptuous Amazon was merely cold as ice since there wasn’t a single man in the club who hadn’t envisioned her body writhing under theirs.
To discover her aloofness was to maintain control while finding the perfect opportunity to slice my throat was… enticing. I was fully aroused, my cock pressing brutally against my trousers. She knew she’d caught me off guard, her savage smile a clear indication of her perceived success.
As expected, the three soldiers who’d accompanied me to Mexico were immediately alerted and prepared to handle the situation. With their weapons in their hands, they weren’t afraid of creating momentary chaos within the club if necessary.
Any threat to me was required to be handled. But I generally preferred to deal with and dispose of situations of this nature myself.
Yet I didn’t mind toying with her for a little while, allowing her to believe she’d caught me by the throat.
Or the balls.
Without fear, I threw up my hands, both as an indication to my men to back off and also to provide proof I wasn’t reaching for my weapon. However, giving up even to a beautiful woman wasn’t on the night’s agenda.
“Go ahead, pajarito seductor . Now is your time to take my life if you so choose. I will not stop you.” What I had no intention of allowing was for her to either injure herself or for her to get away.
I’d grown accustomed to women throwing themselves at me, but she had no intention of doing so even if she wasn’t attempting to find the courage to kill me.
Between her luscious curves and her fearless attitude, I could almost easily drop to my knees.
Only that wasn’t the kind of man I’d become.
“Seductive little bird?” she mimicked, a wry smile on her face. “Try a falcon. Much deadlier.”
There was an instant connection. I felt it and so did she.
Her gaze was hard, full of anger and spite, yet it was also electrified as if there was an invisible wire connecting us.
Even in the shimmering light creating shadows dancing across every surface, her eyes were luminous.
The color was so intense I was momentarily frozen in a perfect blip of time.
They were emerald with flecks of gold and silver woven in a way that captured my imagination.
On a woman with thoughts of slicing my jugular and enjoying watching my life’s blood drain from me, they were spectacular.
My breath was immediately ripped from my lungs, which never happened, but with the bolts of pure, white-hot energy flowing between us, I couldn’t be certain the room wouldn’t catch fire.
I laughed in response, curious as to how far she’d go with her determination to kill me.
“Somehow, I doubt you’re a killer. Trust me, I know the type.
But please, feel free and prove me wrong.
” Since I’d underestimated her, my actions could be considered reckless, but I backed away from her until I reached the table.
My lieutenant was watching me with a pained yet somewhat amused look on his face.
Silvio knew I wasn’t the kind of man who suffered fools under any circumstances.
I also didn’t take kindly to acts of disrespect or betrayal, the bad form usually driving my brutal nature to the surface.
My mood tended to change if either occurred.
And women? They were simply pleasures to be savored for finite moments before being driven away, often to their displeasure.
Growing attached to any one thing or person was dangerous, a weakness no one in my world could afford.
With a single look, my most trusted soldier would know what to do if the need presented itself. He’d protect me while honoring my wishes. And in truth, I was eager to see what the woman was made of. The single taste had invigorated my system and I hungered for more.
Plain and simple.
Intentions of killing me aside, I wasn’t eager or ready to let her go.
Visions of driving my cock deep into her sweet pussy fueled something dark and dangerous within me. I had a distinct feeling the woman’s hunger was as intense as mine. If the electricity crackling in the air was any indication, I was right.
“You don’t think I will?”
“Oh, I think you’re the kind of woman who will do anything that comes to her mind. Why don’t you tell me why. I think that’s only fair.”
“I don’t need to tell you anything,” she insisted. Her voice could lure a man to his grave with a smile on his face and his hand on his cock.
“Oh, I insist that you do. Anything that comes to mind.”
Her laugh was even more refreshing, the lilt allowing my balls to tighten. “You won’t like what I have to say.”
“Perhaps not, but I’ll enjoy the presentation. Of that I’m certain.”
“Such an arrogant prick, just like I knew you’d be.”
“Evidently, you’re aware of my reputation.”
“Yes, as an asshole and a killer. That stops today.”
“By whose decision?” I asked, my cock continuing to twitch.
As she dragged her tongue across her bottom lip, a tiny moan escaped her mouth. “Why, that would be me. I’ve worked long and hard to get here. Playtime is over.”
At least she’d dropped a clue. She’d purposely tracked me down. She was obviously American, but she’d somehow known I’d be here. Very clever girl.
Her smile remained beguiling, so much so I found it impossible not to wonder how it would feel with her voluptuous body undulating under me as she screamed my name.
Once again, I underestimated her. She managed to take a single long stride toward me, raking just the tip of the blade across my neck.
I had no doubt she’d created a string of blood and as expected, Silvio responded immediately, only without his weapon in his hand.
He moved toward the stunning woman, Alonzo and Lorenzo leaving their posts at the top of the stairs to do the same. No one would dare cross the barrier invading my privacy. I sat down as the three men surrounded her. With a drink in my hand, I sat back to watch the show.
And the stunning woman offered one in style, an incredible representation of intense training, opportunity, and skill that was rare even amongst my soldiers. Or any within the Torres Cartel. And I’d seen acts of carnage so well thought out I’d been mind fucked.
But this beauty took her skill set to a new level.
She’d had two seconds to secure her blade into the sheath strapped to her leg.
That meant her intentions of murder only included the man she’d lured into a tightly knit web.
I guess I should feel honored. There wasn’t the slightest hint of fear or trepidation of being matched with three men that should easily be able to pin her down within five seconds.
Yet they hadn’t been able to.
Her martial arts training was obvious and the use of her long legs was a creation of beauty, absolute art. She punched Alonzo with enough oomph that his huge body was tossed like a ragdoll and not a man who weighed close to three hundred pounds.