Bratva's Captive Assassin by Nikita Slater

Author:Nikita Slater [Slater, Nikita]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9780995862425
Publisher: Nikita Slater Writing Services Ltd.

Chapter Thirteen

5 hours until they arrived in Hong Kong. It was now or never. She had to choose: Jin or Boris. There was no choice. Though it would shatter her heart, she knew what she must do. She crawled naked from beneath the covers, finding it surprisingly easy to slide from Boris’ side. He usually held her tightly within the circle of his arms, especially after they made love. Which they had done may times over the past several days.

Laney knew where he kept his blade, having watched like a hawk as he cared for his weapons and put them away each night before bed. Her own blades were lost to her forever. She would have to content herself with the unfamiliar weight of one of his. Originally, she had planned on using a bullet. But now that they were lovers, she knew she couldn't do anything so impersonal. She would do the honourable thing and spill his blood properly, with a blade.

She pulled the large knife from his bag and flipped it open, staring at it for a moment in the light from the porthole. She ran her finger over the blade, ensuring the paper-thin sharpness of its edge. Of course he would keep his weapons in excellent condition, same as her. The knife was too big for her small hand, but it would suffice. She had learned to be proficient with many weapons at an early age.

She turned and looked down at him, allowing her eyes to linger on the man who had ruthlessly pushed his way into her heart despite her every protest. She wanted to hate him for it. He was laying on his back, gloriously naked in the dim light. His tattooed chest and arms were bared to her tortured gaze. Over the past few days he had taught her that she was just as hungry for him as he was for her. He would reach for her in the night and in the day. So often did he want her, that time blurred until she did not know whether the moon shone or the sun rose. She would go eagerly into his arms, returning his caresses.

Laney pressed her lips together, forcing back a sob of despair. She had no choice! Boris could not reach Hong Kong alive. Failure was not an option. She approached the bed, her eyes dropping down his body one last time. She gasped, realizing that his cock was no longer laying soft against his thigh, but rapidly hardening in expectation. Her gaze flew up to meet his.

Boris was awake, watching her calmly as she stood over him with his own knife.

Laney had no choice. She leapt naked onto his chest and pressed the knife against his throat. She expected him to react defensively, to throw her, hit her, or crush her. She closed her eyes in anticipation of a blow landing. Her fingers trembled, but she could not bring herself to press the blade further into his neck.

Boris didn’t move.

A sob escaped her lips and her shoulders shook in reaction.

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