El Diablo (Killer of Kings 6)

He was so strong.

She was going to die.

She didn’t want to die.

There was still so much for her to do. Become a mother, a wife, know what really good sex was like.

“Will you fucking stop wriggling, woman? You’re going to hurt yourself or me or both of us.”

She froze.

That was Xavier’s voice.

Her boss.

Oh shit.

“That’s right. You’re hitting your fucking boss and all I was doing was grabbing a drink. If I let you go, promise you won’t try any of your deadly moves?”

She nodded. No longer struggling. There was no way she could use words right now.

What if she’d killed her boss? What if he sued her?

He paid her a good wage but not enough to take him on in court. Would she need a good lawyer? It would be bad enough losing this job.

Xavier flicked on the light.

She blinked a few times to get accustomed to the sudden brightness. When she did, she froze into place.

Xavier wore a white shirt and a pair of black pants. His feet were bare.

He held a bottle of whiskey in one hand.

He’d only been holding her with one arm?

The bat she’d been using for her attack lay on the ground at his feet.

“Fuck, is that how you greet every man that enters this house?” he asked.

She glanced down at her body and quickly crossed her arms over her chest.

“Nice tits. You don’t need to hide them. It’s not like I haven’t seen it all before. Believe me, there’s not much in this world I haven’t seen.”

His talk about her breasts was not what had her frozen in place.

The blood on his shirt was the reason. That and the scars she’d caught a glimpse of.

His back was to her right now as he poured some ice into a glass then added the whiskey.

Still rooted in place, she watched as he lifted the glass to his lips. “Want one?”

She shook her head. Words failed her. What was she to say?

“I’ve had a really fucking shitty day, Ashley.”

She frowned. “Alesha.”

“What?”