Drawn Blue Lines (Carrera Cartel Book 3) by Cora Kenborn

Author:Cora Kenborn [Kenborn, Cora]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2019-12-04T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Twenty-Three

Adriana

Cristiano Vergara sat behind a sleek black desk, his elbows propped on the arms of his chair and his fingers steepled together under his chin. He looked older. Colder. Iniquitous with a razor edge that sent a chill down my spine. His eyes, the same ones that hypnotized me as an impetuous young girl, now held me immobile in the open doorway as a grown woman. Blue as the ocean with a depth that hid just as many secrets, they ripped back the layers of time as if they never existed.

Forcing my body to relax, I cocked my hip against the doorframe and shrugged the opposite shoulder. “I like to make an entrance.” My confidence sounded weak, but there was no turning back now.

Cristiano raised a dark eyebrow. “You always did. But a man has his limits, Mari. My patience isn’t infinite.”

I swallowed hard, trying not to cringe at that name.

“Well, you know what they say, good things come to those who wait.”

“Do you also know what they say happens when a woman keeps a man waiting?”

I flashed him a wicked grin. “She holds all the cards?”

“He reflects on her shortcomings.” His familiar eyes flashed, sending an unspoken message. Our past granted me certain privileges, but my silence set limitations.

At the end of the day, a Carrera was still a Carrera.

My name was a ticking time bomb, and that was why I pushed past his blatant intimidation and walked into his office with conviction, closing the door behind me. Standing in front of his desk, I glanced down at the wingback chair beside me with disdain. It was just a chair but lowering myself in front of him created uneven ground. So instead, I braced my palms on the edge of his desk and used it as a step stool while sliding on top of it, crossing my legs with a wink.

The permanent scowl he wore in response to my defiance was almost dangerous, unremorseful, and calculating. He looked decades older than his twenty-four years, and that was what made him so dangerous. Tall, muscular, with skin dark enough to earn a rank but light enough to raise an eyebrow. Men let their guard down around him because he didn’t look the part. He looked more like an underwear model than a ruthless killer. Underestimating him was always their downfall. The man was a cold-hearted criminal with a thirst for blood.

And the clock was ticking.

“It appears good news travels fast.”

He didn’t waste any time getting to the point. “They’re looking for you,” he said, lowering his hands. “It took balls to come here.”

“Yet, you knew I would.”

That earned me a ghost of a smile. “A tiger doesn’t change her stripes. It doesn’t matter what ambush she belongs to.”

Underestimating Cristiano was both a mistake and an asset. No one on Earth knew me like he did, which gave him the unique ability to anticipate my moves before I made them. Five minutes ago, I would’ve sworn on my life he’d never use that power against me, but now, I wasn’t so sure.

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