She laughed. “You’ve asked me that already. That’s something they made up in my neighborhood. What would make you ask me that again? Him?” She pointed at the dead man at our feet.
“Yes. Him and the notion that most of your men think that you are.”
“Good. Let them think it. They need to be afraid, so they’ll listen better.”
She hadn’t answered my question. The idea that she could have been this badass female assassin was a turn on.
Buzz. Buzz. Buzz.
My fucking phone continued to vibrate, disturbing my sexy female assassin fantasy.
“You better answer that. We can’t afford to ignore phone calls. Life and death,” she reminded me. She has some nerve giving me advice the way she disappeared on a dime. Without dropping my gaze from hers, I swiped to answer and bought the phone up to my ear.
“Khane,” I answered.
“Do you still want to meet up so we can make a decision on if we need to take out groups or individuals?” He asked.
“Yes,” I glanced around at the mess me and Mecca had made. “I’ll be there as soon as I can.”
“I got this,” Mecca said. “Not my first rodeo and being married to you, I’m sure it won’t be my last.”
Her comment had my lips twisting into a smile. Her being married to me. Was she kidding?
“I’ll be there in about…” my eyes scanned up and down her sexy body. “Give me about an hour,” I said to Khane before hanging up.
Mecca had piqued my interest the first day I met her, but now she had me so open, I could hardly concentrate on anything else. Was Mecca Vallin, queenpin of the Black Saints, the stealer of my heart, the sexiest fucking woman I had laid my eyes on, also La Asesina?