Felix knew Carlos suspected she was hiding something, and his plan was simple. Fuck her brains out then expose her, not necessarily in that order. But she wasn't about to let Carlos bully her into the sack. She needed to find Andy and pretend she wanted to talk about their fake future.

Unfortunately, everyone seemed to have better things to do when she and Carlos entered the house, and he nudged her upstairs with the butt of his gun. Or maybe it wasn't his gun. She shivered when she thought of the last man who had touched her that way. Damn. Where was a good man when she needed one? Where was Ryan?

When Felix heard the door lock, her muscles twitched, prepping for the fight of her life, and the fact that they had returned to her room offered no comfort. Carlos swiftly backed her up to the bed, grim determination on his face.

"Listen, Carlos. You have been trying to impress me for a long time, and I'm telling you right now, this is not the way to do it." Felix scowled, giving her best impersonation of a bitch with a hard heart, but he wasn't buying it.

"It is too late for trying to make impressions. I know you are up to no good, and I will get to the bottom of it. But first, I will get to the bottom of you."

Carlos pushed Felix onto the bed, pinning her under his knee. Before he got too comfortable, she rolled away, but he caught her by the shirt, yanking her back. Felix reached around and grabbed him behind the elbow, twisting him and dumping him on the bed. He gripped her wrist as he tried to regain control, but a second later she was straddling him.

"Ah. So you like to be on top. I knew it," he said with a childish smirk.

"What makes you think I'm up to no good, Carlos?" The question was just a stall. Where the hell was Ryan?

"Show me what you put into your pocket and I will leave you alone."

Carlos still had a decent grip on Felix's arm, and she knew he could break it if he wanted to. Should she oblige him? The transmitter did look like a tooth crown, although it wouldn't take more than a few seconds of close scrutiny to know what it really was.

"Why would I try to trick you?" she said, opting for more stalling. "I may be a lot of things, but I'm not crazy."

"Oh, I have seen your crazy side, chica. You just don't remember because..." Carlos pressed his lips together, a clear sign he was regretting his choice of words.

"What don't I remember?"

"Nothing."

"Tell me what you were going to say." Felix ground her ass against his erection, trying to elicit a response. He groaned. The response she expected. "You're such a fucking hypocrite, Carlos. You're accusing me of hiding shit when you're doing the same thing."

"I am hiding nothing. Don't tell me you cannot feel that." He swiftly rolled her onto her back, twisting her wrists painfully as he forced her into the mattress. "I love to play these games with you. It is like a sexual dance."

"Carlos, please. This is nuts. If we're going to work together, we need to like each other, and if you force me to do something I don't want to do, we'll have that shit hanging over us forever."

Felix rambled on as Carlos dry humped her. Each time he reached for the zipper of her jeans, she slapped his hand away.

"Do not forget who has the gun here, Felix, and I do not mean the one that is attached to my body."

"You're not going to shoot me. You're not that stupid."

"You do not know what a man will do when he is desperate. Right now, I am desperate to fuck you."

He unzipped his pants, and as soon as Felix felt Carlos release himself her adrenaline surged. She dug her knee into his groin then quickly flipped him onto his back. He seemed weakened by his preoccupation to defile her, and more subdued now that her knee was poised over his most sensitive area. She was done stalling. Felix wrapped her hands around his neck, pressing her thumbs against his windpipe and digging into the soft flesh beneath his chin.

"No, Felix. I am your friend." Carlos's dick wasn't the only thing to stiffen as he struggled beneath her.

"That's funny, I thought you were just threatening me with a gun." Felix dug her thumbs deeper, holding him down by his exposed genitals. She felt his gun against her leg and considered making a grab for it, but she was no killer, and Carlos knew this. Still, she was surprised he hadn't tried to overpower her. Was it because she had him pinned by his dick?

The sound of a door slamming downstairs made them both jump, and the brief distraction was enough for Carlos to grab her arms and flip her off the bed. She landed on her side with a painful crunch, and the barrel of his gun appeared in her face. It wasn't the only weapon he was waving.

"Get up, puta," he growled as he tucked himself into his pants. Then he lifted Felix by her neck and dragged her across the room to the door. He pressed his ear to it as angry voices carried up the stairs.

"Drop that weapon, now! Hands behind your head!"

"I knew you were hiding something. I should kill you right now for betraying us." Carlos tightened his grip on her neck and jabbed the gun into her temple. Her body went completely rigid as she fought the urge to pass out.

"Killing me would only add to your sentence, Carlos." She spoke softly, hoping to calm him, but also because his grip had cut off the air to her trachea.

"What would one more murder do to my sentence? I am already screwed, and it is your fault. If you had not lured me with your eyes. They are like weapons."

Carlos was a ticking time bomb, a desperate man with a handgun. How long would it take for the feds to find her? Would they arrive before he pulled the trigger? Was there anything she could she do to improve her odds?

With nothing left to lose, Felix went with her gut. She turned her head and slanted her lips over Carlos's mouth, kissing him with as much passion as she could muster. He tensed initially then loosened his grip on the gun, redirecting his focus to her kiss. The exchange lasted only a few seconds before they were knocked to the ground by the door as it burst open. Carlos's gun slid across the floor and Felix scrambled for it.

"Felix!" A strong arm reached under her elbow, pulling her to her feet, and Ryan maneuvered in front of her. At the sight of Ryan, with his gun drawn on her attacker and the muscles of his chest flexing as he caught his breath, Felix wanted to throw her arms around him. But she knew enough to wait until he had finished doing his job.

A second agent yanked Carlos off the floor, and Carlos narrowed his dark eyes at Felix, his cheeks purple with rage. "You are a hard-hearted puta."

Ryan's body tensed but he remained planted in front of Felix as he leveled his gaze at Carlos. "You are a foul-mouthed prick, and you will never put your hands on Felix again."

Carlos scowled but he didn't resist when the other agent cuffed him and escorted him out of the room. The moment she and Ryan were alone, his lips were on her mouth.