Kiss it.

Excerpt

"Why aren't you afraid of me?" He asked, his tone soft and curious, taupe eyes solemn.
She snorted "Seriously? I have worst nightmares about failing my driving test. Besides, you don't strike me as a professional criminal."
He smiles "That is what makes me so good at it."
"What's that on your hands?"
"Blood?" He said with a questioning tone.
She rolled her eyes. "That's not a question you are supposed to answer with another question."
"Stop trying to distract me. If my plan A fails, I still have plan B." His voice was cold as ice. He was serious.
She swallowed. He could really hurt her but her curiosity was killing her. Finally, She blurted out "What's plan B?"
"To take you hostage."