job, especially when you were so preoccupied with her you didn’t
even realize you were being followed last night.”
Tricks was right. Ryker had been so preoccupied with taking Fiona that he hadn’t
realized a car had been following him last night. Ryker didn’t like that fact
that a woman could make him so blind. But he was still the predator, not the
prey, and the fact this waste of space was threatening Fiona, not to mention that
Tricks had obviously lost it by showing up here, connecting himself with a hit,
had just sealed Tricks’s death warrant.
“ I’m going to give you the option I don’t give many men, Ryker,” Tricks
said and grinned. “You give me that sweet piece of ass, and I’ll make sure
someone can actually finish the job with her after I’ve had my fun, and you get
to live.” Tricks stared hard at Ryker. “Or I can just take you both out right
now, and hire another hit-man that can actually shoot a fucking whore when the
time calls for it.” Tricks growled out the last word.
Well, it looked like Tricks wanted to die today, and
Ryker was more than willing to make that a reality. He pushed Fiona away hard
and fast, reached for the gun at the small of his back, grabbed the gun at his
ankle, and aimed it at Moe. Tricks was already getting
his gun out, but because he was high he was slow. Blood would run in rivers
today, but Ryker was all for it.
Chapter Eleven
What the hell had happened? One moment Ryker had been
threatening her, getting right into her face, and then in the next moment, this
man Tricks entered the cabin. Fiona knew from the look of Ryker that this was
bad news for all of them. When Tricks talked about using her as a plaything
before killing her, she knew Ryker was the better option.
Ryker should have killed her back at the apartment,
but he hadn’t. He had taken her and made her world feel a little bit better.
Her fear grew when he pulled her behind him, drawing
his weapon. There was no chance of him winning against this man. Breathing in
deeply, she stared at Tricks, who had finally drawn his gun. The laughter in
his voice matched the crinkles around his eyes. What could be funny about this
moment? Ryker held two guns, one pointed at the bodyguard with the other at
Tricks. There was no coming back from a bullet wound.
She gripped Ryker’s back, wishing they could undo the
last ten minutes.
“ You’re going to lose your life for a cunt?” Tricks asked.
“ I’m not going to be the one to lose my life today.”
The guns were drawn, yet no one was shooting. She took
a step away from Ryker, hoping to get out of the way. Part of her knew it was
what held him back. If she’d gotten to the safe room like he ordered, the fight
would have been long over. She didn’t have a clue who would win. Trick’s looked
stoned and the other man sloppy. Ryker was a professional in comparison.
“ Her pussy must be something. I truly thought you were worth a hell of a
lot more than betraying me over a whore.”
“ You better shut your mouth, Tricks. The job was done. She’s nothing to
worry about.”
“ She’s living and breathing. I’ve got rules for a reason, Ryker. No
survivors. No one is allowed to be left alive.” Trick’s hand was shaking as he
pointed the gun at Ryker.
Fiona didn’t want him to die. Ryker had come to mean
something to her in the last twenty-four hours. It was completely insane,
stupid even. He was a cold-blooded killer, a murderer, and yet he made her
heart soar with pleasure just by being with him. Yes, he scared the shit out of
her, but there was so much more to him than the fear.
Backing up, she kept her gaze on Tricks. She reached behind
her to grab the kettle that had been boiling for their coffee. No one was
paying any attention to her.
Her heart raced as she thought about the chaos her
life had turned into. Ryker risked his life to keep her around. She should have
died that night in Jake’s apartment surrounded by drugs and
even realize you were being followed last night.”
Tricks was right. Ryker had been so preoccupied with taking Fiona that he hadn’t
realized a car had been following him last night. Ryker didn’t like that fact
that a woman could make him so blind. But he was still the predator, not the
prey, and the fact this waste of space was threatening Fiona, not to mention that
Tricks had obviously lost it by showing up here, connecting himself with a hit,
had just sealed Tricks’s death warrant.
“ I’m going to give you the option I don’t give many men, Ryker,” Tricks
said and grinned. “You give me that sweet piece of ass, and I’ll make sure
someone can actually finish the job with her after I’ve had my fun, and you get
to live.” Tricks stared hard at Ryker. “Or I can just take you both out right
now, and hire another hit-man that can actually shoot a fucking whore when the
time calls for it.” Tricks growled out the last word.
Well, it looked like Tricks wanted to die today, and
Ryker was more than willing to make that a reality. He pushed Fiona away hard
and fast, reached for the gun at the small of his back, grabbed the gun at his
ankle, and aimed it at Moe. Tricks was already getting
his gun out, but because he was high he was slow. Blood would run in rivers
today, but Ryker was all for it.
Chapter Eleven
What the hell had happened? One moment Ryker had been
threatening her, getting right into her face, and then in the next moment, this
man Tricks entered the cabin. Fiona knew from the look of Ryker that this was
bad news for all of them. When Tricks talked about using her as a plaything
before killing her, she knew Ryker was the better option.
Ryker should have killed her back at the apartment,
but he hadn’t. He had taken her and made her world feel a little bit better.
Her fear grew when he pulled her behind him, drawing
his weapon. There was no chance of him winning against this man. Breathing in
deeply, she stared at Tricks, who had finally drawn his gun. The laughter in
his voice matched the crinkles around his eyes. What could be funny about this
moment? Ryker held two guns, one pointed at the bodyguard with the other at
Tricks. There was no coming back from a bullet wound.
She gripped Ryker’s back, wishing they could undo the
last ten minutes.
“ You’re going to lose your life for a cunt?” Tricks asked.
“ I’m not going to be the one to lose my life today.”
The guns were drawn, yet no one was shooting. She took
a step away from Ryker, hoping to get out of the way. Part of her knew it was
what held him back. If she’d gotten to the safe room like he ordered, the fight
would have been long over. She didn’t have a clue who would win. Trick’s looked
stoned and the other man sloppy. Ryker was a professional in comparison.
“ Her pussy must be something. I truly thought you were worth a hell of a
lot more than betraying me over a whore.”
“ You better shut your mouth, Tricks. The job was done. She’s nothing to
worry about.”
“ She’s living and breathing. I’ve got rules for a reason, Ryker. No
survivors. No one is allowed to be left alive.” Trick’s hand was shaking as he
pointed the gun at Ryker.
Fiona didn’t want him to die. Ryker had come to mean
something to her in the last twenty-four hours. It was completely insane,
stupid even. He was a cold-blooded killer, a murderer, and yet he made her
heart soar with pleasure just by being with him. Yes, he scared the shit out of
her, but there was so much more to him than the fear.
Backing up, she kept her gaze on Tricks. She reached behind
her to grab the kettle that had been boiling for their coffee. No one was
paying any attention to her.
Her heart raced as she thought about the chaos her
life had turned into. Ryker risked his life to keep her around. She should have
died that night in Jake’s apartment surrounded by drugs and
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