Chapter 4

“So what’s Plan B?” Aden asked softly. “You can’t stab me now, so…how do you intend to take me down?”

“I guess I’ll just have to bide my time…strike when you least expect it.” Balling his hands into fists wasn’t working anymore. His fingers crept over Aden’s hip, his pinky brushing across the ridges of his abdomen. He covered Aden’s hand with his free fingers, stopping him from continuing the journey up Darren’s thigh. “When you’re otherwise distracted.”

“Or I could kill you here and now.” The threat came in the same seductive tone as his earlier compliments. “That might be fun, too.”

“You could try, sunshine. But if you know I work for Argenti, then you know it’s not as simple as that.”

His teeth flashed white as he smiled. “Which is why it would be fun.”