Chapter 2
CEZAR
I scrambled my way to the car I had hidden when shit hit the fan. I was still thinking about her by the time I got there. The woman who tackled me, straddled me, and threatened me. Fuck, my hard-on wouldn’t go away.
The car took a few tries to start. Even after it did, I sat there for a while replaying everything that had happened.
I couldn’t shake the image of her. The way her hair spilled across her face while she sat on top of me, those piercing green eyes, the dagger pressed to my throat. My god, she was fucking perfection.
Even the way she held the dagger screamed experience. If we weren’t being shot at, I would have let her unmask me. I would have let her do whatever the fuck she wanted right then and there, not even caring who was around to see it.
Man, what is wrong with me?
My phone interrupted the thoughts I wanted to cherish. I am sure it was my brother texting me about the recent events. The events I played a part in, a part that he didn’t need to know.
With her NFL-style tackle, she stood shorter than I expected, maybe 5’8”—all coiled tension wrapped in a deceptively calm frame. What hit me harder was the look in her eyes, that quiet little thrill flickering, and the way she treated the kids like they mattered. Why the hell was she even there?
Maybe she liked to play just like me.
My initial plan was to haul her along. Before I could, she bolted in the opposite direction. Chasing her wasn’t exactly an option, given that her cohorts were trying to apprehend me.
Next time.
Opening the backpack she left behind, I found nothing of significance, and it was light. There were just a couple of black roses and a candy bar. Why on earth would someone venture into a situation like that with only roses in their bag…
The candy bar I could understand—an after-kill treat.
I remembered seeing the black rose tattoo she had on her right forearm. Her shirt sleeve must have hiked up when she was murdering people.
Holy shit! No fucking way. Was the redhead who pinned me to the ground really behind all the havoc lately in organized crime? The one and only Nycto Reaper?
Fuck, I’m hard again.