Page 38 of Convict's Game

I hated the fear that laced her tone. “What is he to you?”

Mila went quiet. I swapped a glance with Tyler.

The team leader sent the picture from my phone to his. “We’ll head out. You two stay safe in here, and I’ll report back when I have news.”

Mila’s eyes shuttered closed. “Thank you.”

“You’re skeleton crew now. Convict, take care of your lass, aye? Remember what I said. Breaking the rules is worth it for the right reasons.”

He left us, and I centred myself for what I needed to do next, and the woman I had to tame.

Chapter 14

Mila

Convict settled on the floor, his back against the wall and one leg extended.

It brought to mind when I’d last seen him in that position, back in the disused office space. I searched the room. “You’re meant to be wearing a walking boot.”

He blinked. “Couldn’t show an obvious weakness in the game.”

I spotted the black boot between the bed and the side table and picked it up, handing it across.

He took it and kicked off his shoe, fitting it into place. He didn’t wince or move awkwardly, anything to suggest his actions in the basement had done him any damage.

“How much longer should you be wearing that?”

“A few more days. I’m pretty much healed.”

I had such a problem with this man. Now my emotions had cooled, others had replaced them. Attraction was a big part of that, but also logic. On my own, I had no hope of getting Kane back. I couldn’t go up against a gang of men. I didn’t have a chance. Convict had jumped to find a solution when he didn’t have to.

He’d also been inside me. I wanted more. Specifically to slide off the bed and crawl to his lap.

He watched me. “I have about a hundred questions to ask of you, but none of them are in my head right now.”

“Why were you in the basement?” I blurted. “Your friend said about doing the wrong things for the right reasons. What did that mean?”

“It means I went in to fetch you because I knew you didn’t go into that arena voluntarily.”

A throb of something struck my heart. “Why would that be wrong?”

“Because crew members aren’t allowed to take part.”

Well, damn. There was me thinking it was a perk of the job.

Convict continued. “What Tyler meant was if I did it because of the thrill of the chase alone, I’ll be out on my ass when Arran, the leader of our crew, returns. Kicked out of the only home I know.”

I took a short breath. He’d just offered me leverage over him on a silver platter. Yet I didn’t get a chance to turn this into a strategy because he pinned me with his stare.

“I also did it because I want you. I caught you in the game where the rules are clear, so every part of me believes that you’re mine. So you weren’t supposed to be there? Don’t assume I’ll be a good guy and give you an out.”

“What are you saying?”

His heavy gaze intensified. “I’m proposing a deal. My help in whatever scheme you’re working on in exchange for you obeying the rules. For you staying with me.”

I knew some of the rules. The women had discussed them in hushed whispers in the locker room. “Those rules include sex. You’re asking me to prostitute myself?”

“No. I’m asking you to fuck the guy you already want to fuck because you agreed to it.”