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What the hell was I going to do with him?

A better question was how could I shove my feelings into a nice black box and pack it away before it was too late?

CHAPTER 25

Havros

Paris. The city of love.

Sitting beside Kara, I couldn’t stop thinking about the night before. I rubbed my finger across my lips, laughing inwardly at the way she’d pushed ice cream into my face. It was a silly gesture, but so like her. I’d almost yanked out the carton, slathering her entire body with the creamy mixture, insisting I lick off every drop.

Perhaps I’d resort to that later.

She’d remained quiet during the plane ride, perusing a magazine my personal flight attendant had provided, thoroughly unimpressed by the fact we’d arrived in Paris on a private jet. Somehow, I doubted that was her usual method of travel, but all things money and power had no effect on her.

Her indifference was another reason I couldn’t seem to get enough of her. She’d awakened a beast who refused to be put back to sleep.

As expected, our stocks had dropped, our two board members likely feeling the squeeze. It was only a matter of time before a meeting was called. I’d need to be back in Greece by then.

“You just had to rent an Italian sports car while we’re here. Didn’t you?” Kara asked out of the blue.

“A Maserati is the only way to travel.”

“You do know the vehicle has one of the worst and most expensive repair costs of any other car. Don’t you?”

She had a way of slicing a heated gaze toward me that pushed my cock to full attention. “Well worth it.”

“I’m glad you regularly give to charity, or I’d consider you gluttonous.”

“I’m still gluttonous, my kitten.”

“I wish you’d stop calling me that.” Her sigh was exaggerated.

I pulled down the street where our hotel was located just as my phone chimed. Dimitrios. “Hello, brother. Any news?”

“I was checking to ensure you arrived safely,” he answered.

“No issues. Now, you’re checking on me. I’m not certain whether to be flattered or irritated.”

“Call it practical. Losing you right now would not be good for the family.”

“Such an outpouring of love. I’m flattered.”

He laughed. “Don’t be. It’s just business. I wanted to let you know that you don’t need to worry about gutting Marco.”

“Why?”

“Because someone already did it for you. The only good news about his body being found washed up on shore is that the authorities are calling it a drug deal gone bad.”

Well, shit. The fuckers were ceremoniously removing anyone that could lead us to their identity. “Drugs. Marco is many things, but not a drug addict.”

“He was stoked up on heroin. From what my buddy at the department told me, enough to kill an elephant. If the knife wounds hadn’t killed him, the overdose would have.”

I whistled and pulled under the awning in front of the hotel. “Have you checked our supplies to make certain we don’t have any missing?”

He grumbled. “Good point. I’ll have the men do that today. Keep your eyes and ears open and don’t get yourself on the front page of any Paris newspaper. Your anonymity will provide cover.”

“Let them come after me.” I cut the engine, immediately stepping out. With the flight taking less than four hours, we had time to enjoy the city. That’s also something I’d never allowed myself to do. Then again, I’d never had the desire to do so alone.

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