I foolishly left San Francisco on this suicide mission, thinking only of what I wanted and nothing else.
This is worse than if I’d stayed where I was and married Jude.
Jude’s guards are dead because of me.
Aiden killed them. I remember his knife in Yev.
Will he kill me like that too?
And what about Mom?
What will happen to her now?
It won’t be long before Jude realizes something’s wrong.
When his guards don’t report to him, he’ll know I’ve been taken. Kidnapped and maybe death is only a breath away.
Then what will happen to Eric?
As if Aiden can read my mind, he pulls his gun from his back pocket without a moment’s hesitation providing the answer I sought.
Tears instantly spring to my eyes, burning their backs, stinging my lids, blurring my vision.
My whole body tenses with raw fear when he comes closer, his footsteps sounding like thunder in my ears.
“It’s exceptionally important that anything that comes out of your mouth is not only true, but also doesn’t piss me off,” Aiden begins. “First question, who are you?”
My lips tremble but fear kicks my brain into overdrive, making it work.
“Olivia Markov,” I answer.
“Very good, Olivia Markov. Now tell me who in the Order you’re working for.”
Oh Jesus, no.
What does he think? That I’m working with the Order?
Me?
“I’m not working for anybody,” I mutter, and he flashes me a look of indignation.
He rushes up to me so fast and with such fierceness I think he might strike me with the gun.
The terror that courses through me makes me break just from that and the tears come rapidly.
“Lie to me and your dead.” He presses the gun to my chest and runs the steel barrel over my skin, smiling as I shudder.
The deep shudder of fear that takes me eradicates anything that might have felt good about the way he touched me nights ago, but when he continues down to my pussy and pushes his fingers inside arousal comes to screw with me.
I’m sickened at myself at the loss of my dignity and the fucked-up feelings that work their way through my body as he strokes over my clit.
“Olivia Markov, you don’t know what the fuck you’ve done by stepping into my lair. I’m not above fucking you and killing you as you come.”
The gruesome threat instantly syphons arousal away from my body, replacing it with knots of trepidation that sweeps sheer black fright through my mind. Horrifying images flicker through the chasm of my mind of him fucking me then killing me and my heart breaks all over again.
“Please no, please don’t do that. Not that way.” The words tumble out of my mouth and I feel sick as I think of him doing such a vile thing to me.
If he did, I might die before he got the chance to kill me.