Free Freed (Bad Boy Hitman Romance) by Terry Towers, Stella Noir Page A

you can’t get the information out of her nicely, then you get it out of her not so nicely. She’s an attractive girl. We take her and sell her. I could get a nice chunk of change for her.”
     
    “I don’t know about that…” It’s not that I had a problem with going the physical route to get the information I needed, but with Rebecca, I didn’t really want to. Not sure why, but I was enjoying the mental cat and mouse game we were playing. Once my true identity was revealed, we wouldn’t be able to go back to where we are now. The game would take on an entirely different tone. For now, she was entertaining me. I had no intention of giving up my toy yet.  
     
    Flynn: “So you’ve fucked her?”
     
    “She wasn’t a virgin, so regardless of whether I fucked her or not, she wouldn’t be worth as much.”
     
    There was another silent pause.
     
    Flynn: “You have two days, Kyle. Two days. Either get the information freely, or you take her, fucking beat it out of her, and then hand her over to us.”
     
    By handing her over to us, Flynn meant ship her overseas to be trained and sold to the highest bidder. My jaw clenched as I mulled over the idea of another man having her. Adam learned what happened when someone tried to home in on my territory. He was lucky I only beat him senseless and didn’t go the easy route and put a bullet into his hippie, surfer head.
     
    She was special. There was something in her that was different. Not warm and fuzzy, but she was colder – more calculated – she was a challenge. She reminded me of me, and I liked it. She was both mentally and physically stimulating. I needed to know what made this woman tick, and I wouldn’t be able to if she was in the hands of other trainers.
     

     
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    Rebecca
     

     
    All day. I’d waited all day and not a single text from Kyle. I didn’t even see him around campus. This was bullshit. Complete bullshit.
     
    Grabbing my phone out of my purse, I found his name and sent him a message. Short and sweet.
     
    Rebecca: Okay, not sure what your deal is, but lose my number. I’m not going to be some one night booty call.
     
    That’s what you wanted from the beginning , a voice in the back of my mind chimed in. Damn, I hated that voice, especially since it was right.
     
    I waited.
     
    “What are you doing?”
     
    “Huh?” I looked up from the phone and over at Vanessa, who was sitting on her bed, the book she’d been reading now on her lap and her entire focus on me.
     
    “You look royally pissed. Who are you texting?”
     
    I looked down at the phone. Still no response. Not that I expected one. “Ummm. Nobody.” I didn’t want to get into it with her. I was the one who wasn’t supposed to get hung up on men.
     
    “Please, I know you a little better than that by now.”
     
    I looked away from the phone to my roommate again and smiled. She thought she knew me, but she didn’t. She knew what I wanted her to know, and that’s it. Like everyone else I’ve met here in college, she didn’t even know I had a sister. As far as she knew, my father was dead of natural causes, and my mother was off doing her own thing. She didn’t know the skeletons I kept tightly sealed in the closet. Hell, if she knew half of the thoughts that raced through my head from time to time – some rather dark and disturbing - she’d never be friends with me.
     
    “Well, I do,” she insisted, making me smile wider.
     
    “Does anyone really know anyone?”
     
    “What do you mean?”
     
    “I mean. People show others what they want them to see.”
     
    “Not everyone is like that. I’m an open book.”
     
    I studied Vanessa’s smiling face and nodded my agreement. She was one of the most open people I’d ever met. She lived freely, loved freely, and everything about her had to do with being honest and real. She lived in ignorance when it came to many things. Regardless, once more I felt a hint of envy.
     
    “You’re the