“Maybe you can kill him,” she calls out. “Because you’re a mercenary and a killer, right, Savage?”
I stop walking, grinding my teeth with the knowledge that she knows my past, that her father probably tracked me down. I turn and face her. “I was, in fact, those things and more, but that’s not the reason your fiancé should fear me. The way you just kissed me. That, he should fear.”
CHAPTER TEN
Savage
I call the rental car company, give them my credit card, and arrange for another car to be delivered to my hotel room, which they claim will be within two hours. In the meantime, I’m walking down the side of the road when a car pulls up next to me and the window to the backseat rolls down to display Adam. “Get in.”
I eye the Uber sign on the window.
At least the driver ensures Adam can’t nag the fuck out of me, plus it’s also hot as balls, which doesn’t work well with blue balls. I need a cold shower before my new rental car arrives. During that shower, I’m going to think about what comes next, which somehow, someway, will include Candace naked and in my arms. The car door pops open and I slide inside next to Adam, my knees at my damn chest. “Could you get a smaller fucking car or what?” I eye his knees at his chest. “We look like we’re trying out for a bad porn movie.”
“I don’t even want to know what’s in your head to come up with that comparison,” Adam says dryly. He taps the driver’s seat. I shut the door and the vehicle starts moving. “How’d that thing you just did go for you?”
“Better than expected,” I say again because I kissed her. And she kissed me the fuck back like she couldn’t kiss me long enough or hard enough.
“That’s why you were walking?” he challenges.
“I’m not under her car with her wheels on my chest,” I comment dryly. “Baby steps.”
“I hear she’s engaged to another man.”
“Not for long,” I assure him.
“Because you’re going to do what?”
“Get rid of him.”
“That may not be as easy as you may think.”
I glance over at him. I don’t ask what he means. I was a fucking paid mercenary and she’s the angel that I have always known deserves better than the devil I’ve become. But devil that I am, I can’t seem to care anymore. Not after I tasted her again. Not after I touched her again. I have to have her. She will be mine again.
Adam’s phone buzzes with a text message and I don’t miss the tightening of his expression. The car pulls into the hotel driveway and we exit the vehicle, walking past the doorman and into the fancy lobby. “What was that shit you were talking back there?”
He glances over at me. “Research Blake did on Tag and your old flame.” We round the corner to the elevator and he jabs the button. “You want this to end well?” he challenges. “You need to hear me out and you need us in on this.”
The elevator doors open. “I don’t know what the fuck you think you know,” I say, stepping inside and using my keycard to punch in our floor. He joins me and the doors shut before I add, “But you don’t know enough or you wouldn’t have made that ridiculous, kindergarten version of a hero’s statement. Walker isn’t the answer to everything.”
“You’ll rethink that when you hear what I have to say.”
I smirk. He smirks. We stare at the doors, waiting to get to a place free of cameras and recording devices. The elevator door opens and we walk straight to my room. Without a word, we both start a search for listening devices, meeting in the living room where we sit down on the couch.
The minute we’re clear, I go on the attack. “Walker can’t be involved in my dirty business or they become dirty.”
“Do you think I, or any one of the three Walker brothers, are stupid?”
“Stupidly loyal.”
“And you’re a stupid fool if you think you get out of this with that woman and your life without us.” He doesn’t give me time to cut him down with words or punch him, for that matter, which is my preferred attack. Comes from being a surgeon’s son. I know how to use my hands, and I know how to use them to save a life just as well as I know how to end a life. “Do you know who Candace is engaged to?” he asks.
I snort. “I don’t give a fuck about who he is.”
“Considering why you came here in the first place, you should.”
I cut him a look. “What the hell does that mean?”
“I think you know what it means. We talked about this already. But just in case the tequila clouded your brain, I’ll repeat: you. Her. This place. This hit. None of it is an accident.” He grabs his phone and punches a few keys. “His name is Gabriel Manning. He’s a Texas Senator. Rumor is that he’s positioning himself for a 2024 run for president.” He offers me his phone.