Die for Me by Nichole Severn Read Free Book Online

its prey.
    It set Torrhent on edge. If her stepfather wanted her so badly, he should have come himself. You shouldn’t depend on others to do your dirty work, Isaac. Leveling her chin parallel to the floor, she took two steps closer to Harrington and stopped directly in front of his table. They might turn on you. She’d made her decision. She’d lift one more wallet, but this time her future depended on getting caught.
    It was dangerous, but possible. She’d have to play her part perfectly then gamble against every instinct in her body that Harrington would fall in line.
    “What do you want now?” he asked when she didn’t move. With an arm relaxed against the back of the booth, he slowly sipped the drink in his hand, his eyes wandering across the club.
    “I wanted to apologize. For running into you . . . twice.”
    “Great.” He didn’t go on.
    Torrhent studied him, taking in the way his hands shook as he lifted his glass. He avoided her gaze. She wasn’t sure if it was the alcohol or the fact he’d been sent to kill her that made him jumpy. Maybe both. Not all the men her stepfather hired were professionals, especially when they would only be good for a one-time job. The possibility of getting back at Isaac in even the smallest way kept her in place, however. Harrington’s expertise didn’t matter. She only needed him to pull a trigger. “Buy me a drink?”
    He chuckled sharply. “Aren’t you a little young?”
    “Not at all.”
    “Listen.” He set both of his elbows on the booth’s table, giving her a perfect view of his wallet in the back pocket of his jeans. “If you want to throw your life down the drain, be my guest.” His eyes connected with hers. “But don’t pull me into it.”
    She froze in place, her hand half outstretched to rob him.
    “John”—a woman, clearly one of the club’s dancers, waited for him to respond from the other side of the table—“are you ready?”
    John?
    A rebellious thought crossed Torrhent’s mind as Harrington shifted his attention toward the new arrival with a smile; she’d made a huge mistake. The dead eyes, the way he carried himself and even how he surveyed his surroundings had given her the impression of a hit man, but men like that didn’t keep arm candy on the side. In fact, they made sure nobody remembered their faces or names. Even the stupid ones knew better than to play with fire.
    Snaking an arm around the dancer smiling up at him, he addressed Torrhent as they moved. “Catch you later.”
    What the hell does that mean? Torrhent had little time to think. Despite the hooker at his side, her instincts screamed at her that Harrington, or “John,” was exactly what she’d originally believed: a killer.
    She’d set out to bring her mother justice and she couldn’t let an integral piece of her plan just walk away. He’d turned his back on her and started for the exit.
    Torrhent pushed her way back toward the bar through a growing crowd of men and skin. Exhaustion weighed her down. She hadn’t showered in days and she was still a thousand dollars away from buying her papers, but damnit she’d see this to the end. Catching her breath at the bar, she eyed a thin version of Mr. T and spotted the piece of metal glinting under his jacket. Undercover cop. She smiled at him. “What’s your name?”
    Brown eyes met hers. “Do I know you?”
    “Only if you’d like to.” Coyly running her fingertips over the back of the man’s hand, Torrhent directed her gaze at Harrington’s back. He’d almost made it to the door. “Why don’t we take this back to my loft?” she asked. She straightened then sweetly pressed herself into his arms. “But maybe we can take care of business first?”
    Her target’s smile widened. “Certainly. How much?”
    “Two hundred.”
    Mr. T. reached under his jacket and Torrhent held her breath.
    A nice new pair of handcuffs reflected the strobe lights above and then wrapped around her left wrist as he pulled her