Page 52 of Convict's Game

No one died to save Kane, which was a small tick in his favour.

Mila exited the office, her face pale. Shade and Tyler gave us space, and she came to me.

“Thank you for ordering his rescue. It scared me how easily he was taken. Which brings me to a conclusion. He and I can’t do it alone. I need your help.”

“Then accept the rules of the game.”

“You’re such a villain.”

“Says the woman who so badly wants to fuck the villain, she crawled all over him earlier. Don’t be mad that you tried to ride the devil and discovered he’s no saint.”

Her pupils dilated, and pink flushed her cheeks.

My dick instantly responded, and I pushed off the wall and doubled down on my offer. “I’ll find Jacobs for you. I’ll force him to say what you need to know. I’ll even take out Salter if you want revenge for your kin. For the rest of the thirty days, I’ll protect you, possess you, and fucking adore you as I fuck you senseless. Say yes. Put us both out of our misery.”

“You won’t stop me from walking away once the days are up?”

I wanted to say ‘Trust me, you won’t want to’, but I didn’t have that confidence. I was doing everything I could to keep the elusive woman I’d become hooked on, but I knew without doubt that she’d burn out on me.

I shrugged. “Without hesitation.”

“Then we have a deal.”

Chapter 20

Mila

We left the skeleton crew’s warehouse with a rucksack of Convict’s scant possessions and in borrowed clothes. I wanted to go home. I wanted to take him with me. Luckily we were both on the same page.

He guided me to a car. “I’ll get your door.”

“We can walk. I don’t live far. Only in the city centre.”

“Is there parking?”

“An underground car park.” I had a space but I hadn’t used it in a while since surrendering my car.

“It’s safer for you if we aren’t out on the streets for any longer than necessary.”

He opened the passenger-side door of the huge, black vehicle and helped me in, then we set out into the night. It was late, past four in the morning, but I wasn’t tired.

Kane had been rescued. He wasn’t hurt, or worse, as I’d imagined, and my overactive brain could settle on that score. It left all the space to think about the man driving me.

He casually spun the wheel to take us away from the river. “Direct me. Where are we going?”

“Harbour View Apartments on City Road.”

“Fancy. There a doorman or something? You don’t have a key.”

I shifted in my seat. “I don’t need one.”

“How does that work?”

“You’ll see.”

He chuffed at my answer but let me lapse into gazing out of the window.

Deadwater was a city that never truly slept. Neon lights advertised clubs and services, and a group of drunks waved at us in the hope we were a late-night cab. Even so, traffic was light, and the drive was done in a matter of minutes. Convict entered the garage using a code I gave him. He backed the car into my spot, controlling the vehicle so easily, his actions accurate and somehow incredibly attractive. I liked how he moved. How he held the steering wheel with a light touch, sliding it through his fingers.