Page 19 of Sinister Savior

Mario sighs and walks away, and I watch him leave the kitchen. Tonight is the night. When he’s off preparing his plan for action, I’ll be finding a bus station with the ability to purchase a ticket out of here. Then his brother won’t have to hunt me or him at all.

It’s the only way I can repay him.

14

MARIO

It’s late. I sit on the sofa in the rectory’s living room listening to the silence of the moment. Father Thomas is already in bed. Alice mentioned a shower before bed then went into the bedroom. I rest my head on the back of the couch and let my eyes shut for a moment, but I can’t sleep. I’m so close to having things in order for my plan to work.

We’ve been at this for a month now, slowly infiltrating my brother’s organization to see who might be pliable and easily drawn away. With Ervine’s help, I’ve organized nearly forty men who will fight with me to take Paolo down. It’s nothing compared to the force he’ll bring when this goes down, but my hope is that the few who are strictly loyal to him will be fewer than those whose loyalty may be drawn to me when they see my efforts.

My body carries the stress of what I’m attempting to do, causing tension in my shoulders and neck that I haven’t experienced in a long time. My mind is tense too, constantly weighed down by intrusive thoughts. I’m realizing more and more that the “me” I used to be was never truly put to bed. There are demons I’m fighting that no one knows about, monsters lurking in the shadowy places in my heart andmind who want to come out and exact vengeance, not only upon my brother for what he’s done to Alice, but upon anyone else who stands in my way, for all the wretched things Paolo has done and they’ve silently allowed.

This darkness inside me has never seen the light of day, not even when I was in the thick of things. I won’t allow it out. I control it, cage it within myself so it doesn’t escape, but I tap into its strength when I need to. This mission to remove Paolo’s authority in this city and beyond may very well break my resolve, and that beast may roam the streets. Heaven help us if it does because I know if that happens, I’ll be more ruthless than Paolo ever was.

A loud crash in the bedroom startles me as I almost doze off, and I am on my feet instantly. With my gun in hand, I run into the bedroom, ready to fight. We’ve been here long enough to begin leaving a trail of evidence. I move like Alice’s life depends on it because if they’ve found us again, it does. There is no sign of her in the bathroom, but the whimpers I hear lead me right to the bathroom where I throw the door back and see her.

“My God, what happened?” I bark, but the clues come together quickly for me. She’s naked, her clothing neatly piled on the closed toilet lid. She holds her hand in the air and blood drips from it. The handheld mirror lies on the floor in pieces.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you.” She’s trembling, pinching the laceration across her finger to keep the blood from flowing, and I let my defensive reaction fizzle out.

Setting my gun on the vanity, I use the toe of my boot to push the broken glass out of the way and then lead her to the sink to see how bad the cut is.

“I thought something was….” I let my words trail off. I don’t want to frighten her. She’s been through enough.

“No… I’m okay. I’m just clumsy.” She lets me guide her hand to the sink where the flow of water washes away the blood and I see it’s only a tiny cut.

“You know, breaking a mirror is seven years of bad luck…” With playfulness in my tone, I cleanse the wound while stealing glances at her naked form. It’s rousing me, making me want to have her body as a means of relieving stress.

“I think I’ve had a few years of that already.” She grabs a towel off the shelf above the toilet, and when I’m finished cleaning the cut, she dries her hand.

“I don’t know where the bandages are,” I tell her. I pull open the medicine cabinet, but it’s bare, evidence that this bed is largely vacant. While I busy myself looking in the cupboard under the sink for the hand broom to sweep up the glass, Alice turns on the shower. I glance up at her. Her back is turned. Her ass is round and full, and it makes me want to do very bad things to her. I have to pry my eyes away as my dick starts to swell up. I grab the hand broom and sweep up the glass shards, then dump them in the trash bin and put the broom back.

I’m about to leave the room when she says, “Mario.”

I turn to see her standing in the shower with the door open. Water sluices across her creamy skin, her nipples hard and erect from the chill of the air.

“Yeah?” I hover in the doorway, watching her as she moves to stand in the open shower door.

“What’s going on between us?”

The only thing that’s going on for me right now is some major swelling in my nether region that she’s going to have to take care of if she keeps talking to me while she stands there naked.

“What do you mean?” I lean against the door jamb and wait for her to continue. Damn, she is so beautiful, and it’s not just because she’s the only naked woman I’ve seen in years.

“I mean, the sex, the way we talk, the fact that you’re willing to risk life and limb for me, but we only met like six weeks ago.”

“Do we have to define it? Or can we just let happen what will?” I’m moving now, closer to her, thinking maybe I have time to slip in a quick romp before I have to leave tonight.

“And what do you think should happen right now?” she asks, and she doesn’t back away when I approach her. She’s hungry for it too, but she’ll never ask. She lets me initiate each time we do this, and I’m more than willing to take that role.

“I think we should fuck like it’s the last day of Earth’s existence and let things work themselves out.” I reach for her, and she leans into my touch as I lean forward and claim a kiss.

Her skin is cool, dampened by the water and chilled by the air. I bite down on her lip as I kick my boots off, and before I can react, she pulls me into the shower with her. I manage to reach into my pocket and snatch my phone, tossing it into one of my boots before I give her my undivided attention.

The water is steamy and soaks my clothes as I pin her against the shower wall. I growl in her ear as I move my hand down her stomach and between her thighs. The moisture pooling there is inviting, enticing me to come and drink my fill. Alice works the buttons on my shirt until my chest is exposed to her touch. Her nails leave behind a trail of goosebumps as she wraps her lithe arms around my neck, bringing me lower to her height.

Our lips meet again, igniting a fire that burns bright and hot between us. She tastes like the sweetest nectar, a blend of Heaven and home that I can never resist. Every touch, every kiss, sends sparks through my body like a drug I can't get enough of. My slacks slide down mylegs, and I step out of them. She eagerly tugs my shirt off, her hands exploring every inch of my exposed skin with an insatiable hunger. We are consumed by our passion, lost in the intoxicating dance of lust for one another.

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