Hard Bastard(189)

“That could be hours.”

“Could be days, princess. Think you can handle it?”

I gave him an annoyed look. If he could handle it, then so could I.

“Of course,” I said.

“Good. So that’s the plan.”

“What about when we get in there?”

“We ask her where the pictures are. And if she won’t talk, we make her.”

“You are not going to torture this girl.”

“What kind of guy do you think I am?”

“Crazy.”

“Maybe,” he said, laughing, “but I don’t hurt women, even ones that are blackmailing me.”

“Fine. How will you get her to talk?”

“I’ll threaten her, try and scare her. If that doesn’t work, we’ll offer to pay her.”

“And if none of that works?”

“Then we’ll figure something else out.” He paused, watching the road. “Relax, Alex. We’ll make this work.”

“Fine, but when this goes horribly wrong, you can’t blame me.”

He smirked at me. “What could possibly go wrong?”

I shook my head at him. “I wish you hadn’t just said that.”



Fifteen minutes, we parked a few blocks away from the address and walked over. It turned out that she lived in a pretty large apartment building.

“What now?” I asked him.

“Now we wait for someone to come out or to go in, and we follow them.”

I nodded. “Okay then.” I leaned up against the wall and he leaned up next to me.

Things had been tense between us ever since we had gotten back from the banquet hall. I couldn’t believe how incredibly soaked I had been, and how badly I had wanted him. Still, part of me had known it would have been a bad idea to give in to him, and so I had ended up closing the door and locking him out.

But I couldn’t stop myself. I had to get off, had to do something about all the difficult feelings swirling around inside me. I couldn’t believe that I was so wound up that I actually moaned his name out loud. Afterward, I was so embarrassed, almost positive he had heard me; I thought I had even heard him outside my door. But no, that couldn’t have been right.

Still, it was so much harder than I had thought it would to keep my hands off him. I wanted to grab his thick biceps and pull him against me, but that would only complicated things needlessly.

“Got another fight coming,” he grunted suddenly.

“What?”

“I got another fight coming up soon.”

“Oh, that’s awesome.”

“It’s against Trent.”

That name rang a bell. “He was the guy Ronnie talked about?”

“Yeah. The one and only.”

“Your nemesis or whatever.”

“Fuck nemesis,” he said, shaking his head. “That guy is just a dick.”

I watched as a few people came walking down the sidewalk, but nobody was going in or coming out of the building.

“Why do you hate him anyway?”

“Long story.”

“We’re not doing much.”

“Okay then.” He launched into the whole story, beginning with his early days training with Trent and ending with the fight.

“Wow,” I said once he was finished. “He almost killed you.”

“Yeah,” he said. “Almost ended my career at least.”

“Why?”

“Because the guy is a hothead.”

“You’re a hothead too, you know.”

He grinned at me. “I’m just hot.”

“Not what I said.”

What an arrogant ass. Even when he was opening up to me, he could somehow manage to turn it into a cocky joke.

But still, he was opening up to me. I wasn’t sure why. Maybe it was just to have something to talk about, or maybe he genuinely wanted to share his feelings with me. The story about Trent made him look vulnerable and human for the first time since we had met. Before, he had seemed indestructible; now, he seemed tough as nails, but still a person.

“Yeah, well, MMA attracts a certain kind of guy,” he said.

“Clearly.”

“But we’re still professionals, you know? The goal isn’t to actually murder your opponent. It’s to win the fight. Most of us know the difference, but there are a few that are out just to injure everyone they see.”

“And Trent’s like that?”

“When he gets angry, yeah.”

I watched a few cars crawl by. The sun had dipped down below the horizon, and so I took my sunglasses off. It was a comfortable evening, but I wanted to move closer to Cole anyway for warmth. He didn’t react as my arm touched his, our flanks practically pressed together.

“What about you? Are you like that when you get angry?”