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“Uh, you’re at my house.”
“Why? What did you…” He swallows and shakes his head a bit, as if he’s trying to mentally push off a headache. “What did you do to me?” With each word he speaks, he sounds as though he’s regaining his composure, and I know it’s only a matter of time until he’s all threatening and murderous.
Can’t blame him, since we drugged and kidnapped him.
“I slipped something into your drink,” I slowly say. “Sorry about that, by the way. I, uh, didn’t know you were the target until after I—” I stop myself from saying it. It’s possible Silus doesn’t even remember.
But his next words, with how viciously they’re whispered, tells me he remembers it all: “Needed a knight in shining armor?” The corners of his mouth quirk into a devilish smile when he adds, “You’re welcome for that, by the way.”
The intensity he had at the club is back in full-force now, and it’s hard for me to look at his face without letting my gaze drop to his mouth. “Uh, yeah, thanks.”
Silus leans his head back and tries at his restraints again, but the handcuffs don’t give, nor does the mountain of duct tape wrapped around his chest. “Is this how you repay every stranger who does you a favor? Not what I had in mind, but I am intrigued.” The way he talks, it sounds like he believes this is some sort of joke.
When I don’t say anything, Silus goes on, “If you wanted to tie me up, all you had to do was ask. I am your boyfriend, after all.” He smiles harder after that, and that smile nails me in place.
I don’t really know how to respond to him, so I stammer out, “Thank you for helping me back at the club, but—”
“Is that my gun there? Tell me, love, do you even know how to use it?”
I hate the way my body reacts when he calls me that. It takes everything in me to glare at him and say, “Yes, I know how to use a gun, thank you very much.” Attitude seeps into my reply before I can help it.
“Feisty. Now, tell me why I’m here, in your house, why you drugged me and why I’m now subjected to a pounding headache.” Silus still grins like he knows something I don’t. “What is it you hope to gain from this? Can’t say I’ve ever had someone try to kidnap me before. Kill me, yes, all the time, but kidnap? This is a first.”
I don’t see a point in lying to him. “We want to sell you to Cormac O’Connor.”
A muscle in his jaw tenses, and I hate to admit it, but it’s damn near the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen in my life. “You’re selling me to Cormac O’Connor? Really? I assume that means this is about money. A pity. There could’ve been a much easier way to go about this.”
“Oh, yeah? So if I asked you for a cool four-hundred thousand, you would’ve given it to me?”
“Oh, love, I hope you’re selling me for more than that—but yes, it’s what a good boyfriend does, help out his girl whenever he can. You said ‘we.’ Who else is there?”
“That’s none of your business.”
“I certainly hope it’s not another man trying to take you away from me, because then we’re going to have a problem.”
I can’t believe this guy. “Do you always make jokes when you’re in situations like this?”
“I already told you: I’ve never been kidnapped before. This is as new to me as it must surely be for you. I have to say, I am impressed you and whoever you’re working with pulled it off, but you have to know my people will find me sooner or later, so I hope you’re arranging a meeting with Cormac soon.”
“We have it handled.”
His observant reply comes swiftly, “Just like you had the creep at the bar handled, hmm? No. Here’s what I think: you’re in over your head and you know it. You might not have known who I was at the club, but you do now, so you know how big the pile of shit you just stepped in is. You think you have no choice but to go along with this silly plan of selling me to Cormac, but let me tell you what would happen if you go through with it.”
Silus’s gaze narrows at me as he tells me, “You may get your money, but I will do everything in my power to kill every single man that stands between me and my freedom. You might believe you can run, that in leaving this city behind you can put to rest this chapter of your life, but I will stop at nothing until I find you and make you and whoever else you’re working with regret selling me.”
The way he says it, so simply, as if killing countless men wouldn’t be more taxing than a flick of his wrist, makes my stomach churn.
“Or,” he says, “you can come to your senses and realize what a foolish idea this was to start with, and you can bring that cute little ass of yours over here and help me out of these cuffs and this ridiculous amount of tape. You can let me go, and I’ll leave this house without spilling a drop of blood.”
I don’t say a word, mostly because I don’t know what to say. Even tied up as he is, every word he speaks still sounds like a threat, a promise of future violence, and though a part of me is anxious and maybe even scared, I’m also weirdly turned on.
He’s hot, okay? Forgive me for not thinking clearly.
Silus smirks harder as he says, “I suppose there’s also a third outcome: you don’t release me, but my brother and my men find me before the sale can happen and you hand me over to Cormac. They would gladly kill anyone who stands in the way, including you, love—but don’t worry, I wouldn’t let them. Do you know what I’d do then?”
God, I wish this guy would stop talking. Why couldn’t he have stayed knocked out for a bit longer? I swallow hard before I mutter, “What?”
“I’d grab you, throw you over my shoulder, and take you with me. It’d only be fair, wouldn’t it? You kidnapped me so I kidnap you—though, I think, if I tied you down, I wouldn’t leave your clothes on.”
