do. Even if it meant controlling his inappropriate feelings for the woman of his dreams.
âPayton asked me to speak to you,â he said. âYou have to stop ignoring him.â
âLike hell.â Bella held up her hand. There was a small cut along her palm. Victor wanted to pull her hand to his mouth and kiss away her hurt so badly he had to clench his fists to keep from reaching for her.
âYou have to deal with him. Heâs part of this whole mess.â
Fury burned in her gray eyes, turning them the color of cold steel and hot ash. âHe
caused
this whole mess, sweetheart. He was there from the beginning, helping drag kids in for those experiments. He covered his tracks. Hid the truth. From all of us. Donât sit there and tell me I have to deal with him. Heâs lucky I donât simply put a bullet in his skull for the betterment of mankind in general.â
She lurched forward, toward the house with the bomb still inside. Victor grabbed her wrist and pulled hard enough to make her turn to face him. âHeâs trying to make up for what he did.â
Anger was a living, breathing thing inside her. He could see it coursing just under her skin, tinting it a dark, furious red. âThere is no making up for mistakes that big. What he did was intentional. He hurt
children
. Took them from their families. He used them.â
She was hurting, and the wild feelings of anger and ferocity that evoked in him were barely controlled by his sympathy for the woman who stood before him now. He kept his voice calm and quiet, stayed as far away from pity as he could. Bella wasnât the kind of woman who would react well to pity, no matter how well placed it might be. The children of the Threshold Project had been used as lab rats, subjected to experimental drugs and brainwashing protocols that were designed to alter them in fundamental ways. Permanently. Bella loved people whoâd been part of that, and that made her as dangerous as those who had hurt those kids. âWho did you lose, Bella?â
She swallowed hard. Cleared her throat. âNo one important.â
âThatâs not the whole truth. Tell me.â
âItâs all the truth youâre going to get. And donât bother searching the file, either. Iâve made sure everything was removed from the data we recovered. My life is my business. Only mine. Keep your nose out, Vic.â
âVictor,â he automatically corrected.
âI mean it,
Victor
. You stay out of my business or youâre fired.â
âYou canât fire me. Not if you want to keep your juicy government contract. Youâre going to have to find a bigger stick if you want me to be a good dog.â
âI may not be able to fire you, but I can make you beg to quit.â
âIf you think that, then you donât know me at all. I donât have an ounce of quit in me anywhere. Why do you think Norwood asked me to take this job? His daughter works for you, for heavenâs sake. The man isnât going to put some wet-behind-the-ears kid on this assignment. He wants results.â
She closed the distance between them, dropping the anger from her expression until all that remained was a relaxed, almost wanton look. Her lips were parted. Her pupils dilated. Her gaze fixed on his mouth.
Victor didnât know what the hell to think. If he wasnât certain that she had no interest in him as a man, he would have been convinced she was about to kiss him. Instead, her voice dropped to a slow, sexy Texas drawl. âHoney, there are an awful lot of things a girl like me can do to a man like you that would make him beg for mercy. And only half of them would actually hurt. The rest would feel oh so very nice.â
She was right. She had much more power here than heâd first suspected. She might not be able to make him quit, but she sure as hell could make this assignment one he would regret for a long, long