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like traveling. See the world and all that.” He didn’t smell a lie, but not the full truth, either. “What about you, Otso?”
Interesting how she skimmed over her life, quickly passing the ball to him. “Me? I’m just a boring mate on a ship.” He wanted answers, one inconspicuous question this time. “So, are you into illegal drugs or maybe push them?”
A sliver of meat popped from Leah’s mouth. Her hand slapped over her lips. “Excuse me? What the hell kind of question is that?”
Hannes wiped a hand over his face. This wasn’t going as he wished.
Her eyes narrowed. “Are you a junkie?” She jumped up and pointed to the door. “Take your crack ass out of--”
“Hold on, hold on.” The quickness getting to his feet made her step back with a hint of fear in her eyes. Good. She needed to remember her place. “I’m not an addict or making insinuations.” He cupped her shoulders, looking into her eyes. She met his gaze, her frown lines relaxing. His desire to pull her close almost overwhelmed him. Why did he stop himself? It’s what he wanted.
That’s not all he wanted. He scanned her body as she stood defiant. Paska , she was perfect. Full figured, smooth skin, a woman he could hold onto and feel against his hard body. He guided her back to her spot while he tried to come up with a cover story. “I’m just trying to figure out something.”
“Like what?”
“Mainly why Ojo wants you so badly.”
“Ojo? Eye in Spanish? Who is called eye?”
He looked at her carefully. Could she not know what she’s involved in? She smelled innocent. “Ojo Azul, Roclas, is the reason Diego wants you.”
Her eyes narrowed. “Ah, Roclas. Diego must be who shot Ivan, then.”
The boy stabbed the sausage link on her plate. “Are you gonna eat that?”
She slapped his arm. “Ivan, what are you—that’s mine.”
“Well, you’re talking, not eating.”
“That’s because I’m being nice, like you want.”
“I never said be nice when there’s food on the table.” She huffed and let him take the meat. Hannes couldn’t help but laugh. They fought like siblings.
She glowered at him. “You never answered my initial question. Why are we held here like prisoners?”
This woman would drive him to drink. He ran fingers through his hair—a habit he did when nervous or stressed. He snapped his hand to his pocket; he wasn’t nervous around her. Thing was he didn’t have an answer to her question. “Since you like to ‘travel’ so much, how do you make a living?”
Her fists popped to her hips. “Look, buddy, nothing about the boy or me would be interesting to you.”
“I would disagree.”
“Why is that?”
“I’d love to know why you’re hiding from the world’s most powerful drug lord who has killed men for looking at him wrong.”
EIGHT
In the musty storage room in the bowels of a cargo ship, Ivan gasped and leaned away from Leah. Her eyes darted between the kid and Hannes. How did this man know she was running from a bounty hunter? Play it cool, continue like he said nothing.
“I earn money doing contract work with a company who makes computer games. I used BLK.com for testing, and later, others tapped into it, and it grew to become the ‘best place online for cheats.’”
She remembered her laptop left in her pack on the dock. Hopefully the roll down the hill outside the train station crushed it beyond repair. If someone were able to get around its security, she’d be in deep caca.
“That did not answer my question, Princess.”
Leah hopped to her feet. “My life is none of your damn business, and don’t call me princess.”
Hannes smirked. “Actually, it is.”
“What does that mean? How?” She stepped away from him.
“The man chasing you, Diego, used to work with me.”
Leah backed to the wall and steadied her eyes on Otso. He was a bounty hunter, too? His questions made sense now.
Ivan jumped to his feet. “No way! You’re really being chased
Interesting how she skimmed over her life, quickly passing the ball to him. “Me? I’m just a boring mate on a ship.” He wanted answers, one inconspicuous question this time. “So, are you into illegal drugs or maybe push them?”
A sliver of meat popped from Leah’s mouth. Her hand slapped over her lips. “Excuse me? What the hell kind of question is that?”
Hannes wiped a hand over his face. This wasn’t going as he wished.
Her eyes narrowed. “Are you a junkie?” She jumped up and pointed to the door. “Take your crack ass out of--”
“Hold on, hold on.” The quickness getting to his feet made her step back with a hint of fear in her eyes. Good. She needed to remember her place. “I’m not an addict or making insinuations.” He cupped her shoulders, looking into her eyes. She met his gaze, her frown lines relaxing. His desire to pull her close almost overwhelmed him. Why did he stop himself? It’s what he wanted.
That’s not all he wanted. He scanned her body as she stood defiant. Paska , she was perfect. Full figured, smooth skin, a woman he could hold onto and feel against his hard body. He guided her back to her spot while he tried to come up with a cover story. “I’m just trying to figure out something.”
“Like what?”
“Mainly why Ojo wants you so badly.”
“Ojo? Eye in Spanish? Who is called eye?”
He looked at her carefully. Could she not know what she’s involved in? She smelled innocent. “Ojo Azul, Roclas, is the reason Diego wants you.”
Her eyes narrowed. “Ah, Roclas. Diego must be who shot Ivan, then.”
The boy stabbed the sausage link on her plate. “Are you gonna eat that?”
She slapped his arm. “Ivan, what are you—that’s mine.”
“Well, you’re talking, not eating.”
“That’s because I’m being nice, like you want.”
“I never said be nice when there’s food on the table.” She huffed and let him take the meat. Hannes couldn’t help but laugh. They fought like siblings.
She glowered at him. “You never answered my initial question. Why are we held here like prisoners?”
This woman would drive him to drink. He ran fingers through his hair—a habit he did when nervous or stressed. He snapped his hand to his pocket; he wasn’t nervous around her. Thing was he didn’t have an answer to her question. “Since you like to ‘travel’ so much, how do you make a living?”
Her fists popped to her hips. “Look, buddy, nothing about the boy or me would be interesting to you.”
“I would disagree.”
“Why is that?”
“I’d love to know why you’re hiding from the world’s most powerful drug lord who has killed men for looking at him wrong.”
EIGHT
In the musty storage room in the bowels of a cargo ship, Ivan gasped and leaned away from Leah. Her eyes darted between the kid and Hannes. How did this man know she was running from a bounty hunter? Play it cool, continue like he said nothing.
“I earn money doing contract work with a company who makes computer games. I used BLK.com for testing, and later, others tapped into it, and it grew to become the ‘best place online for cheats.’”
She remembered her laptop left in her pack on the dock. Hopefully the roll down the hill outside the train station crushed it beyond repair. If someone were able to get around its security, she’d be in deep caca.
“That did not answer my question, Princess.”
Leah hopped to her feet. “My life is none of your damn business, and don’t call me princess.”
Hannes smirked. “Actually, it is.”
“What does that mean? How?” She stepped away from him.
“The man chasing you, Diego, used to work with me.”
Leah backed to the wall and steadied her eyes on Otso. He was a bounty hunter, too? His questions made sense now.
Ivan jumped to his feet. “No way! You’re really being chased
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