Page 40 of Lethal Vows

“I did, and I have. But you ignored my email this morning, and it’s an urgent matter.”

“Going on a date with you isnotan urgent matter.”

He cracks his neck from side to side. “I wouldn’t consider it so much as a date as I would showing off my new prize.”

Suddenly, I’m reminded of how much I truly hate this man. “I’m not your prize.”

He toys with the few pens in a cup on my desk, and I know he’s purposefully doing it to piss me off. He looks up beneath thick lashes, that arrogant smile widening as he realizes how annoyed I am.

“I’ll see you there at nine.”

“No.”

“Hmm,” he all but purrs. “Should I start shooting your colleagues one at a time until you see matters more clearly?”

“You wouldn’t.” And I feel stupid even saying it. He’s proved otherwise numerous times.

His eyebrows rise in challenge. “Or would you be more convinced if I bend you over this desk and fuck you so hard you remember your obedience? Perhaps two weeks was too long to let you roam free.”

The thought of Crue having me bent over this desk floods my core, a dull ache left in its wake. And I hate it. I hate it so fucking much how my body responds to him. And his arrogant, cruel smile knows it.

“Is it true about my boss having footage of me?” I ask.

His jaw tics, and his expression darkens. “Angel told you.” Not a question. And I almost feel stupid asking him. Except if there’s one thing I’ve learned since meeting Crue again, it’s that a bargain can always be struck. He has something I want. And he wants me. Or so he says. But the way he looks at me, I can’t deny it.

“You leave her alone,” I warn.

His eyebrows raise again. “You don’t give me orders, princess.”

“Show me evidence, and I’ll come to this ‘dick-swinging’ party of yours.”

“Dick-swinging?”

“Isn’t that what it is? To be flashy, to show a Ricci on your arm?”

“Not just any Ricci, a woman who could as quickly put them behind bars as she might be able to get them out. You can see how that might be favorable for some of my… partners.”

I rest a hand on the desk and click one nail after the other in consideration. “But if I find out you pull any shit with Angel, I’ll put a bullet in you myself.”

A dark laugh rumbles through him, and I can see the obvious bulge that swells in his pants. I lick my lips with anticipation at the memory of what it felt like. Of how fulfilling riding his cock could be.

“Okay, princess. Agreed. I’ll see you at nine.”

A soft knock comes on the door from the only daring soul in this building. We both turn to see Andreas waiting. Colleagues hide behind their desks. Nothing good ever comes of having more than one killer in the room. Especially killers who have gotten away with it for so many years with absolutely no consequences.

“Now, get the fuck out of my office. And don’t come back here. I mean it, Crue.”

“How I’ve missed those poisonous lips.”

I all but shove him out the door while straightening my black suit jacket.

Crue and Andreas stare at one another. One predator sizing up the other.

This definitely is not good.

“Mr. Monti, I heard you’ve been in New York for some time. I wasn’t so sure. You’re incredibly hard to find.” And I can feel the edge in his tone, the subtle threat.

Crue’s sharp gaze radiates nothing but malice. “I only show myself to those of importance,” he replies dryly, then his gaze returns to me. “Be a good girl while I’m gone.”

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