“Did you?” I retorted.
He leaned his muscled arms against the top of the car and bore down on me. “Oh, I’m about to.”
Before I could move or scream or do anything he jerked me away from the car and tossed me over his shoulder. I tried to reach for my gun but it was impossible with the way he was carrying me.
“Put me down!” I snarled.
Tex ignored me as he waltzed into the noisy bar and carried me through the main area towards the back.
“Everything okay, boss?” The bartender asked.
“Perfect.” Tex’s grip on my body tightened. “I may be a while.”
Oh, hell.
I squirmed against him but it was impossible to move. I needed to wait until he set me down before I reached for anything.
Remembering all the training the guys had given me—specifically Tex, I let my body go limp in his arms.
With a grunt his grip released just as we stepped into a dark room, the door slammed behind us. I kept my body relaxed.
Tex’s grip loosened even more as he set me on the floor, trying to steady me with his hands so I didn’t fall over. I teetered towards him like I was going to pass out, then as fast as I could, I knelt and jerked two blades from each boot.
The lights were off as moonlight filtered through the only tiny window in the corner of the room. I could see Tex’s teeth but nothing else. I backed away and held up the knives.
“Mo.” Tex’s gravelly voice sounded exhausted. “Put the knives down.”
They flickered in the moonlight as he approached until I was almost back against the wall, the only place where the light was shining enough for me to see him and him me.
“You’ll have to take them from me first,” I sneered.
Tex’s solid face cracked into a grin. “Oh sweetheart, I would love nothing more.”
He moved so fast I almost didn’t get out of the way fast enough as his hands came for mine. I fell down to the floor and sliced his jeans with each knife then rolled away. Dust caked my legs and boots.
Cursing, Tex looked down. “Mo, these were my favorite jeans,” he said in a sarcastic tone filled with mock hurt.
“I think I improved the look.”
Tex lunged for me, gripping my hands and jolting one knife free while I held the other in my right. I twisted into him and used all my strength to hit the inside of his ribs. Grunting he stumbled back only enough for me to move a foot before he gripped my leather jacket in his hands. I twisted out of it, and reached for my gun with my left hand.
Tex threw the leather jacket to the ground and smiled. “Fine, you wanna play? You want to beat the shit out of me? Will that make it better, Mo? What the hell can I do that will convince you how much I loathe you?” His eyes flashed. “We don’t exist anymore, Mo. Sorry but that’s the world we live in. You think I wouldn’t hesitate to kill you? You think I care if you hate me? So what? Hate me. So what? Shoot me. But at least make it a fair fight. Drop the gun, drop the knife, we both know I helped train you. Come on, Mo…” The more he taunted the more pissed I became, but I knew what he was doing, egging me on, using that as a tactic to get me to snap and spring at him so he could display my weakness.
Instead, I calmly put the safety back on the gun held it out in front of me and dropped it. It clattered to the ground along with my knife.
“Scared?” I asked holding up my hands.
“Girls with fists terrify me.” Tex bared his teeth in a predatory smile. “Plus I hate tickle fights… you know this.”
“I’ll try to keep your balls attached, but I can’t make any promises, Tex.”
“Aw, can’t have sex with me so you don’t want anyone else to either?”
“Please.” I snorted. “Like you could perform without my help.”
He laughed and took a step toward me, raising his hands in a boxing stance. “Don’t be pissed if I break your nose, Mo, but look on the bright side, you always wanted a nose job, right? Think of it as a step in the right direction… say it with me, plastic surgery.”
“Never mind, the balls go.” I shrugged. “Hope you’re not too attached.”
“Aw, baby, I think you’re the one attached.” He swung lazily in my direction, taunting me as we began dancing around each other.
“It’s cute.” I swung with my left then tried a knee to his ribs, he deflected with his hands, pushing me away.
“What is?”
“You’re attachment to your manhood.” I ducked as he swung at me again and landed a side kick to his right thigh. He winced but said nothing. I knew it hurt.
“Most men are, Mo. Most women are too, but hey, I got no complaints.”
“Wanna hear ‘em now?” I hit with my right fist and tried an upper hook, deflected at every turn, I tried a front kick then spun into a roundhouse.
He gripped my leg and flipped me on my back, hovering over me. “You’re too slow.”
“Am I?” I twisted my legs around his waist and flipped him onto his back, as I landed a blow to his cheek.
His head barely moved as a smile curved across his lips. “So what? I let you beat me and you feel better about being abandoned?”
“Why are you tailing those men?” I punched him again, my knuckles starting to hurt.
He grinned. “I’d die before telling you.”
“So die.” I grit my teeth and landed another blow to his temple before he gripped me by the waist and lifted me into the air, slamming me onto the cement then pulling me up like I weighed nothing.