Page 23 of Ruthless King (Mount Trilogy 1)
Would she be frantically searching for an exit? V didn’t text that there were any problems with the pickup. No indication she’d resisted.
There she is. She rips the hood from her head and her wild red hair spills free.
I tear my eyes from the screen and drag them back to the Mexicans as they argue some more. I listen with one ear, interjecting as necessary to keep it somewhat civil, but I find my gaze drawn to the screen again.
She hasn’t started yanking books from the shelves to find a way out. That’s at least interesting. But she’s a fascination that will lose its luster just as fast as any other.
After a few years at this level, everything ceased to become a challenge for me. I’ve been bored for nearly two decades, but I’m hoping one fiery redhead provides at least some diversion before I lose interest.
I’m ready for this meeting to be over. They’ve drawn it out long enough.
I study the men across my desk with disgust. Two of the most feared men in the Mexican drug trade, and I could execute both of them in my office and no one could touch me for it.
When you gain the reputation of having no limits, no weaknesses, and are willing to flood the streets with blood, people don’t test your boundaries or break your rules.
Part of me is disappointed that Keira Kilgore didn’t put up more of a fight. I thought that Irish redhead temper of hers might come roaring to the surface, but apparently not.
Definitely disappointing.
I turn my attention partially back to the discussion, at least until she turns to face the camera directly, like she’s found the lens and knows I’m watching her.
Her expression fills with defiance as she reaches for the belt of that ugly-as-sin trench coat, and I watch with rising interest. When she whips it off her body, dropping it to the floor, my cock twitches against the silk lining of my suit pants.
Fuck.
Me.
A smile tugs at my lips.
Maybe she’s not a disappointment after all.
She’s also completely stolen my attention from the conversation happening in front of me, which is unacceptable.
I will make myself wait.
It doesn’t matter that she’s standing stark naked in my library, wearing only the high heels I sent, her head held high and proud.
She will wait. Business always comes first.
Then she turns, stealing my attention once more.
My dick jerks again as she gives me a clear view of that perfect peach of an ass I now own.
At the bottom of her back, in the tramp-stamp region, are block letters that I don’t recall seeing mention of in any of the information I’d gotten on her, and certainly not in any of the photos.
With a flick of my wrist, I click the frame and zoom in, ignoring the argument in front of me completely.
A growl fills my throat and fire burns in my gut as I make out the words.
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Property of No Man
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Keira Kilgore, you are definitely no disappointment after all. Let’s see how long that lasts.
She’s officially shattered my concentration, which is something she’ll pay for, but this meeting is over. I stand.
