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“Oh, you did know then, did you?”Her laugh should have turned his blood cold.
The sound cut off abruptly when she slammed the man back against the wall a little harder than necessary.
“You will give me every shred of information you have on those who hired you, or I will break every bone in your body, keeping you alive and awake the entire time.”
Bob opened his mouth, his face pinched in anger.She knew that he wanted to get the last word in, he thrived on it, but the words died in his throat when Xander’s growl filled the room and Bob clamped his mouth shut.
“Well?”
Bob refused to speak, so after waiting a half a minute, she curled her hand into a fist and bopped him on the nose.Not enough to crush his skull in, but enough to break his nose with a nice little snap.She allowed him to cry and fuss for a few minutes, calling her a few choice words, before she snapped it back into place with a twist of her fingers.
His nose stopped bleeding at her actions and she glared at him, deciding on a new strategy.
“You either tell me, or I’ll give Xander a go at you.Remember—big, bad assassin, contracted by the government to kill people for a living.”
Bob flinched when Xander took a step into the room.That was all it took for Bob to spill all of his secrets.
Fuck, am I not threatening enough?
No, sweetheart, you can scare the shit out of people with the best of them, but you should have broken his arm, not his nose.
I sense you’re placating me.
She heard laughter in her head and she growled.
“Marcus.I was the middle man between Marcus and this mercenary group called Nightfall.I was paid a lot of money to get a tracker to lead them.”
“What was the plan for Frost?”Xander asked, his voice low and deadly.
Bob visibly shook as he looked at Xander.“They could use her in any way they wanted, once they were finished with their mission.Then she was to be handed over to another man.I never got that man’s name.”
Xander lurched forward and lifted him by the collar of his shirt until he was face-to-face with an extremely pissed-off shifter.“And how much money did you take in order to sacrifice Frost’s life?”
“A…quarter of a million dollars.”
Xander tossed him aside with casual ease.Frost got a tiny bit of satisfaction when Bob hit the opposite wall harder than she had expected.
“Who would pay that much for a mission that would obviously fail?”Xander thought aloud.
“That would be me, Marcus.”His voice floated in from the hallway.“I needed an advantage to lure you out, take you captive, and extract information from you.”
Xander laughed, non-humorously, and it caused Marcus to clench his teeth together in frustration.The new addition looked a little like an evil henchmen in any 80s movie.His hair was military short; he wore all black with holsters strapped to his torso and a couple of knives sheathed against his thighs.Although it would have been a great look on Xander, except for the haircut, Marcus made it look ridiculous.
Marcus, distracted by his anger at Xander not taking him seriously, left her free to search for a weapon that she could use if they needed to fight, having forgot, for a moment, about her newly acquired strength and speed.She dropped her head and cursed, but instead of ditching the weapon, she palmed it in her right hand and looked at Xander.
Her mate was completely relaxed.His stance was wide, with his arms crossed over his massive chest.She growled when she realized that Marcus had been perusing Xander’s body for way too long, the evidence clearly outlined in the front area of his tight black pants.
“Oh, for fuck sake.He’s my mate, you idiot.I know that you’ve been listening in on our conversation.We could scent you when we walked down the hallway.”
What?Xander hadn’t understood the first part of her outburst.
Marcus is attracted to you, and you could tell that if your gaze dropped down to his hard-on currently tenting the front of his pants.
I’ll pass, thanks.Xander laughed before he pulled her in for a scorching kiss that left her throbbing and needy.
“Well, I guess that I have to kill you both now.”
Before Marcus could raise the gun he unclipped when Xander kissed her, Frost threw the letter opener deep into his right shoulder and a millisecond later, stood in front of him.She ripped the gun out of his hand and reached for the letter opener.She turned the letter opener counterclockwise about a half an inch and drew a cry of absolute pain from the little fucker.
