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Fire or Ice

Paige

I scrambled for purchase on the plush carpet as Zahur dragged me through the suite by my hair. Pain and fear raced through my body. Oh, God. Rico. Harry. Eddie. Dead. Dead. Dead. My feet slid in their blood.

His goons followed us through the suite to the door of the bedroom Tom and I shared. The bastard only paused long enough to kick the door down before grabbing me under my arms and tossing me onto the bed.

I tumbled through the air in slow motion. The knife under the back of my bra pressed cold and sharp against my spine. If I landed wrong, it was all over. I was such an idiot. All this fighting, and I was going to die by my own knife.

A small, bitter voice in my head suggested that might be better than letting him touch me again.

I landed on the mattress on my side. The razor-sharp knife scratched the bare skin of my back, but I barely had time to notice that before Zahur flipped me onto my back and loomed over me.

“My little redhead,” he said. “I’ve been dreaming of you.”

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