manhandled her. She brought her knee up, and he blocked that. Next, she tried to pull free, but he held on to her arms. Again, he anticipated the move, and at each point of her breaking free, he knew what to expect. It pissed her off not to be in charge.
In the end, she dropped her entire body weight as if she’d fainted. He had no choice but to let go and catch her or she’d fall. The moment he did, she reacted, spinning around and putting a few feet between them. Now, she was near the entrance of the alley, and he was the one trapped.
“Interesting,” he said.
She glared at him, not saying a word.
“You’ve got trigger points. You don’t mind me grabbing your neck, or holding you in place, but if I grab you as if I’m about to drag you someplace like an animal, you can’t stand it.”
“You want to know about the drugs, you tell me what you’ve got, and I’ll tell you,” she said. He wasn’t going to psychoanalyze her reaction. It didn’t take an expert to know she was a woman with issues, but she dealt with them in her own way.
If Boss wasn’t right there looking at her, she’d touch her chest. Her heart raced and not that she’d admit it to him, her hands shook a little. This reaction, this feeling, it was the first one she’d experienced in months.
“That’s not the way this works.”
“This is the way I work. Take it or leave it. I don’t give a fuck!” She wasn’t going to be bullied by men or forced into doing anything.
How dare Boss try to intimidate her.
“You know, I thought you were better than that,” she said, blurting out the words before she could stop herself. She was so angry.
“What do you mean?”
“You don’t care if I’m a man or a woman? Yet you used your force there to control me,” she said.
He laughed. “I don’t care that you’re a woman. It’s good to know you’ve still got feeling inside you somewhere.”
“Fuck you.” She was done with this conversation and done with him. She had more investigating to do and right now, all she wanted to do was put Boss at the top of her kill list. She turned to leave.
“El Diablo wants to see you,” Boss said.
She stopped.
El Diablo.
The only real family she had left. She stopped and turned toward Boss. “I’ll see him when I want to.”
“You can be the biggest bitch you want, but it’s not a bad move to have friends.”
This made her pause. “Friends. You consider yourself my friend?”
“I could be. I’m not the worst guy in the world.”
“But you’re still a guy. Don’t think for a second that I don’t know everything there is to know about you.”
“I doubt that,” he said.
“The man without a past. A man surrounded in history. I’m starting to believe, Boss, that you’ve made yourself out to be invincible and you’re beginning to believe in your own lies. It’s going to get you killed. You’re just a man like everyone else.” She stepped toward him, feeling more herself with each passing second. Now that she had the spotlight and wasn’t taken by surprise, she was in her element. Stepping up close to him, she placed a hand on his heart. “You’ve still got a beating heart and it’s pumping blood around your body.” Down she went, her hand going closer to his pants. “You could die if I were to puncture just the right artery.”
“Be careful,” he said.
“Even the killer of kings can’t live forever.”
Boss could kill her. If there was ever a man who could take her on and win, it would be this man right here. Tilting her head to the side, she watched him, waiting, and then she cupped his cock. He gritted his teeth, closing his eyes briefly.
“And you get hard like every other man.” She licked her lips. “You’re not invincible, Boss. You have the same desires, the same needs. All of them wrapped up in a nice little package for anyone to open.” She leaned in close so her lips were right next to his ear. “I bet you love taking women. Willing of course, but I can imagine you fucking them. I bet you’ve broken a lot of hearts. So many women wishing to be the only thing you desire.” His cock was getting hard and to her own shock, her nipples had peaked and wetness flooded her pussy. Even Boss’s scent