Boss by Sam Crescent

Author:Sam Crescent
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: romance, crime, suspense, contemporary, bbw, rubenesque, dark romance, hitmen
Publisher: Evernight Publishing

Chapter Eight

“I’m sorry,” Graciella said a couple of hours later, not for the first time. She even clenched her teeth when she said it. No matter how she spoke, she always seemed to struggle with those two simple words. Now, he just found it funny to actually listen to her struggle.

It was cute.

While the rest of his men had gotten a hotel room, Graciella included, she’d snuck into his.

Standing at the bar in his hotel room, Boss stared at his problem. He took a cleansing breath and dropped two ice cubes into a glass with a clink. He should have known to quickly check his flight to see if there was a problem the moment he got wind of Viko knowing about the scientist. He was pissed.

This was his hit, his plan. His everything. He’d wanted to be the one to save her. To finally end the demons chasing her. She was a woman made of ice but there was a heart in there somewhere. It was killing her to know people were dying. People like Bain who might mistake the drugs for mints and take them.

It was so fucking stupid. When he did save Bain, he was going to put him through an intense course of “don’t fucking take shit you don’t recognize.”

“Boss, come on,” she said.

“What do you want from me?” he asked. “You called Viko. He decided to ground me, to take out my pilot, our flight, and to deal with this shit on his own. The last time I checked, the Circle of Monsters didn’t have our finesse, so our scientist would get wind of not one, but two organizations after him. He’s probably already fleeing the country. My element of surprise is fucked!”

“Boss, I’m sorry.”

He advanced toward her. “You’re used to being on your own.” She took a step back. “When you’re in my world, you work as a team.”

“Working as a team gets you dead.”

“Xavier used to think that and now he’s a team player. You should try it sometime.”

“I’m not having this conversation with you.” The wall stopped her leave. He slammed his hands at either side of her head. He knew they weren’t evenly matched. The Widow Maker was good, but she wasn’t him. Not even close. He was the best. He’d owned the title for many years, and he would continue to do so until someone put a bullet in his head.

“No, like always, you’re going to piss me off and run away. That’s your MO. It’s what you do, always. All you will do. You know why? Because you’re afraid.”

“How dare you.”

“How dare I? How fucking dare you,” he said. “You come into my world. Turn it fucking upside down, and now the kill I can make to help you, you turn it over to a man who doesn’t have my skill.”

She paused. “What?”

“You heard me.” He wasn’t in the habit of repeating himself and he wasn’t about to start now.

He was so close to offering her salvation. Damn it, he could taste it.

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