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Then, I bobbed my head. “Hm.”
Really interesting.
To make it clear, she wouldn’t expose meifI did her bidding. She’d let me go quietly as long as I steered clear of her city. And if I didn’t do as she’d said, she would unleash hell on me.
This was no proposal for an agreement; it was a threat. A threat given by a twenty-two-year-old woman to a man almost double her age with triple her experience. It was almost laughable.
Except….
It wasn’t just entertaining. Her confidence, fearlessness, and audaciousness struck something inside me like a lit match.
I liked it. I enjoyed watching the cat become a tiger.
And I wanted to see just how long she could keep her roar.
Bending forward, I lowered my tone and growled, “Run.”
Her smirk melted, and her eyes grew wide.
“Run for as long as you can, Detective, because the only one here with destructible armor is, in fact,you.Believe me, you don’t want me to catch you.”
The fear in her eyes lingered, but briefly.
Like a ninja, she bounced back, appearing even fiercer than before. She leaned forward, close enough for me to spot the golden-brown flecks in her eyes.
“If you kill me, Mr. Yezhov, consider your life over.”
The door creaked open behind us, and the guard she’d dismissed marched inside. He ignored me and looked straight ahead. “Your fifteen minutes are up, Detective.”
We held gazes for a moment longer before she reluctantly lifted herself off the chair and sashayed away. My eyes didn’t miss the tempting sway of her slender hips and the perfect curve of her ass through her pants before the door closed behind her.
She was as sexy as she was feisty. And her feistiness had hit level hundred rather quickly.
I liked how daring she was. Made me want to test her,tasteher, and hurt her in the most unimaginable ways, at the same time.
A smirk appeared on my lips.
Huh.
The bastard Ronan was right; two could play this game, after all.
By the time I was done breaking her little claws, the tiger would become a fucking mouse.
Chapter 4 – Freya
I wasn’t prepared to enter the furnace, but I’d gone in anyway and gotten scorched by the flames.
After waving my last goodbye to Mila with a smile on my face, who not-so-subtly hopped into John’s car with a baseball cap on, I got into mine, strapped the seatbelt, and adjusted the rearview mirror.
Deeply, I inhaled. Then, I stared at my hands on the wheel. They were shaking so hard that it felt like I’d frozen in the Arctic and was trying to thaw.
Honestly, that interview had to be the most exciting yet bone-wracking thing I’d done in the year becausewhat the actual shit?
I’d been nervous as hell but managed to keep my cool.
Still trembling fingers, I pulled out a picture from my wallet, slowly tracing the worn edges as memories came pouring back like it was only yesterday. Seeing his smile again instantly warmed me to my core.
Officer Aaron Fox, now deceased, had been many, many things, namely a top-ranking officer in the narcotics department for the Los Angeles Police Department. His brother, my uncle, had died. Diagnosis? Drug overdose.Harddrugs. Uncle Teddy’s death fueled his passion to work tirelessly, trying to rid the city of those infesting it with drugs.
