Page 26 of Angelic Vengeance

I twisted around abnormally fast and pointed my Glock at the handsome idiot who was stupid enough to follow me out here.

Dark hair. Black suit. Tattoos.

I groaned, unloading the firearm and putting it back in the waistband of my jeans. “I could’ve killed you.”

“Doubtful.” Zachary shrugged, taking a look around my innovative shooting range. He actually seemed impressed.

His eyes landed on me again; dark and sinful.

And there it was: that charming frown that brought an unsettling anger to my chest. I hated that frown. It implied he knew me better than I knew myself.

Not only could I kill him in less than ten seconds; I could killanyonein that time. That was the whole point of my profession. The reason others like me were hired; quick, easy, no traceable source.

I scoffed, turning my back to him. I walked over to a batch of concrete, where I had knives lined up. I picked up a few blades and began throwing them at a target I’d hung on the far bridge wall. The razors dissected the air in record time and every single one hit the center of the target.

“Prove me wrong.” Zachary had made his way over to my side, watching me pick up more throw-knives and repeat the process.

I had no idea how this man had the time or ability to always find me. Surely, he had much better things to do than watch me throw blades at a target on the abandoned outskirts of town.

“I don’t do anything for the enjoyment of men.”

Turning to walk away, a sardonic laugh left him. “That’s what I thought.”

My goddamn ego.

“I could take you,” I said, dropping the knives on the concrete rock.

“Mhm.”

He just kept walking.

My blood boiled at the disrespect towards the skills I spent years perfecting. No one had ever talked to me like that and walked away alive.

I followed behind him, snarking, “You don’t believe me?”

He turned around so abruptly, I almost walked into him. His face was suddenly so close, this time I couldn’t stop my eyes from boring into his. I felt the sharpness in my stare unwillingly dilate the longer I watched fire burn inside him.

“We’ll fight for 3 minutes.”

I scoffed and leaned in close, speaking through gritted teeth. “You wouldn’t last that long.”

Arching a brow at my double-meaning insult, he seemed to find it amusing, and not at all offending. “Scared?”

Fuck this and fuck him.

I was about to walk away and he sensed it. Grabbing my arm, he lowered his head so we were closer to eye level. “If you win, I’ll leave you alone.”

Now,thatwas an offer.

He slowly let go of his hold on me and I shook his hand with more force than necessary. “Deal.”

He squeezed mine back with equal force. “IfIwin… I’m taking you on that date.”

Anger bubbled up in my veins, but I forced it down. “You’re on.”

I couldn’t stop a victorious smirk from spreading across my lips.

There was not a world in which I would lose a fight.

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