Page 47 of Deceptive Games

“Where’s the fun in that?” he chuckled, and I jerked back from him as he reached out to touch my face. “You’re jumpy this morning. Did the Devils scare you?”

“Why would they scare me? All they did was crack jokes and kill some bitch I had beef with. I should send them a thank you card,” I answered, narrowing my eyes on him. “You knew she’d get killed if you sent her in there.”

“You’re welcome,” he said flatly. “I should make you choke on my dick to say thank you.”

“You didn’t do it for me. You would’ve sentmein if you could’ve.”

“You know too much.”

“Why do people keep saying that? I don’t know anything, other than you deal guns and drugs. Shocker, all gangs do that. What happens if I say anything? Then you use your blackmail evidence against me to get me thrown in prison for Liam’s murder,” I bit out, downing some of my coffee.

“Aw, you’re not just a pretty face,” he teased, resting his elbows on the counter and leaning forward. “Just get in the car so we can go. Skeet would throw a shit-fit if I murdered you, so you’re safe.”

“Why can’t we just talk here?” I asked suspiciously, eyeing him over the rim of my cup. “And does Skeet know we’re hanging out?”

“I told Skeet I’d play nicely. He’s on a job for me or he’d be coming too. I have something to show you.”

“Is it my very own grave?” He wasn’t finding me amusing.

“No. For the last time, I’m not going to kill you.”

“Sorry for not trusting you,” I said dryly, finishing my coffee and rinsing the cup in the sink. “Where are you taking me?”

“It’s a surprise. Go slide your delinquent ass into the ‘Stang,” he sighed, grabbing my bicep and steering me towards the door.

I let him, only because I was stupid and curious. I had my knife down my bra so if he went back on his word, at least I could stab him. Because that had obviously worked well already today with the other two assholes who’d cornered me.

“How do I know you aren’t kidnapping me?” I demanded, and he shrugged.

“Well, you don’t know that I’m not, but I’ve got bigger fish to fry, babe.”

I warily followed him out to his Mustang as his grip on me loosened, holding back the urge to tackle him and run.

He was totally kidnapping me. I should’ve checked in with Skeeter first.

He practically forced me into the passenger seat, shutting me inside, then he walked around to the driver’s seat and started the car, glancing over at me. “Seat belt. I’d hate for you to get hurt.”

“What a pile of shit,” I muttered under my breath as I buckled myself in, my head almost smacking into the window as he floored it out of the driveway, and I didn’t miss the way his mouth curved into the ghost of a smirk.

Asshole.

I frowned when we’d only driven a few blocks away before he pulled onto a long driveway that was hidden by overgrown shrubs and trees, parking close to the door of what appeared to be an abandoned doctor’s clinic.

A chill raced down my spine as he switched off the engine and climbed out, circling the car to open my door.

“Thisscreamskidnapped to me, Slash. Just saying,” I snorted as I climbed out, an amused laugh leaving him.

I should’ve run, but it was too late now. Meeting in abandoned buildings was normal when you hung out with criminals, but something felt off about the entire situation.

“Can’t kidnap someone who’s willing, babe. Just trust me.”

“I’m not trusting a single goddamn thing that comes out of your mouth, bossman.”

“Just follow me,” he sighed impatiently as he rolled his eyes, grabbing my hand and tugging me towards the building. I wastoo shocked to argue, the feeling of his rough palm in mine completely frying my brain.

Why the hell was a hand doing it for me? I was acting like a shy virgin for no reason.

Slash was the devil, I didn’t like him, so why the hell didn’t I pull my hand away?