El Diablo (Killer of Kings 6)

“I do. Most of them are gold-diggers. They’re always around anyone with money.”

“You’re used to it?”

“It comes with the territory. When you have money, people want it and are willing to do anything to get it. And I mean anything.”

He led her toward the back of the yacht. There were two people making out.

“Come on, there’s a lower deck. For some privacy.”

Red alert.

Red alert.

Xavier, help!

“Why can’t we stay on deck? It’s so lovely with all those views.”

“You’ll get to see the views below deck. Don’t worry. There’s also an AC. You’ll be comfortable, trust me.”

Every single pa

rt of her was screaming to get away, to run and hide. Instead, she followed him because that was what she was supposed to do. Xavier owed her big time. Not anywhere on her application did it say become bait for a possible kingpin and risk losing her life.

Dixon led her below deck. The stairs were narrow, and the drink she held, she wondered if it was drugged.

Wasn’t this what happened to naïve women? They were always drugged after being offered a drink from a stranger.

“Is this your only yacht?” she asked, reminding herself not to call it a boat.

He chuckled. “It would be like asking a billionaire if they only had one set of diamonds.”

She laughed. “Of course. Silly of me.” Her skin crawled she was so uncomfortable, looking side to side and feeling twitchier by the second.

“Your man has certainly kept you protected.”

“It’s what he likes to do.” She pushed some hair out of her face.

Stepping below deck, she felt the chill in the air.

She felt too cold but didn’t say anything or dare complain.

“Are you not going to take a sip of your drink?” he asked.

“I’m not thirsty. This was a nice thought.”

“You sure? One sip? For me?”

She didn’t like being put on the spot. Her heart raced. Catching the sight of a fishing book, she gasped. “Ah, so you like to fish?”

“Some, I’m not an expert.”

Neither am I, buddy.

“Do you bring other men’s fiancée’s down here often?” she asked, glancing at him over her shoulder.

He was watching her, and she didn’t like how intense he was. Something felt off.

“I have to say you’re a first, Alesha.”