Unshackle (Deliver #7) - Pam Godwin Page 0,41

compelled by a magnet.

Jesus, his eyes were right there, shining vividly. His mouth slightly parted and waiting.

This was too heavy. Too cozy. This… Feeling? It was gravity. Chemistry. Deranged attraction. Why couldn’t she fight it?

“Baby,” he murmured against her mouth. “There’s something I need to tell you.”

Dazed, she couldn’t feel her tongue. “Mm?

“There’s a snake behind you.”

“No, he’s…” Her chest filled with air. “He’s in front of me.”

“I’m serious.”

“What kind of snake?”

“Black and white with red rings. Three feet long.”

“Oh. That’s a king—” Her feet left the ground as he swung her up and away. “Wait!”

He spun toward the creature, crouching to attack it as she yelled, “It’s a kingsnake! Nonvenomous! Don’t kill it!”

“What?” He lunged, catching the squirming body. “I want to help it. Look.”

She darted toward him, craning her neck, and gasped.

The poor thing was tangled in a piece of plastic netting, with the webbing cinching it so tightly it couldn’t move properly.

“Here.” He trapped it against the ground, controlling the whip of its head. “Hold the tail.”

She didn’t hesitate, and within seconds he managed to break the plastic enough for the snake to work itself free.

He pocketed the trash and watched the animal slither away while she watched him, baffled and conflicted.

“Why did you do that?” Her mind churned to reconcile everything she knew about men with the one standing before her. “What are you trying to prove? That you’re not cruel? That you’re different from the others?”

His gaze cut to her, his eyes blazing with so much anger it snipped her breath. “There are plenty of snakes that deserve to die. Dozens that are eating, fucking, and indulging in evil right inside those walls.” He stabbed a finger in the direction of the estate. “Despite what you saw last night in the basement, I’m not in the business of taking innocent lives.”

“But you’re still a snake.” She shook her head, fighting the impulse to step back. “You’re a bad guy.”

“I hear the question in your voice.” He prowled forward, edging into her space.

“No question.” She thrust up her chin. “I was there this morning, remember? Pinned beneath your brutality with my face shoved into the floor.”

“Yes, but you’re also realizing there’s more to me than that moment.”

“Like the fact that you’re working against the cartel? That you’re hiding some traitorous shit that I want nothing to do with? Will you kill me if I discover your secrets? The cartel certainly will if they think I’m involved.”

A muscle feathered across his shirtless chest, his expression twitching with contemplation. “I’ll tell you my secrets.”

Her mouth parted.

“If,” he said, “you tell me yours.”

“Get real.”

“Start with your education. You were born and raised in Mexico, but your English is perfect.”

If she made up a story about that, he would read her like a lie detector. So all she gave him was a blank stare.

He met it with one of his own, and here they were again, locked in a silent battle of wills.

Could this guy be any more frustrating? Or intimidating? Or good-looking? Let’s face it. She’d never been more captivated by a human being, let alone a human with a dick.

And mesmerizing green eyes.

And sculpted lips.

The tension between them passed, and those lips became an open-mouthed sigh. “We’re done here.”

Turning on his heel, he jogged back toward the estate. He paced his speed to keep her at his side, but instead of heading back to his quarters, he led her to the gym.

She welcomed that idea, hoping to avoid his bed as long as possible.

Strolling into the weight room, he snapped his fingers at the two guests on the weight machines. “Get out.”

“Excuse me?” The younger of the two puffed out his chest.

“I didn’t stutter.”

John had more muscle and strength than both of those men combined. But it was his warlike posture and menacing scowl that sent them hurrying out of the room.

“You’re not making any friends.” She rubbed her neck, looking around at the commercial machines and free weights. This was the longest she’d ever been in this building.

“I’m not here to make friends.” He glanced at the camera in the ceiling and ambled toward a rack of kettlebells. “Follow me.”

“You know, not everything has to be an authoritarian command. You could ask out of common decency.”

He extended a finger toward the floor beside him and waited.

“Right.” She grumbled a few choice words under her breath and dragged her feet to where he wanted her. “Now what?”

“You know how to hit, but you’ll land harder punches if you