Page 81 of Undone

“Forgive my little brother. He’s very concerned about his bride.”

This time when I turn, I recognize the face—Roque Salvatore.The most dangerously made man in Chicago since Al Capone.

I swallow hard. My heart beats fast like a bird’s wings. I’ve only seen him in tabloid pictures or online gossip sites. But none of that could prepare me for meeting him.

He’s well over six-feet. His immaculate suit is cut from the finest cloth. But his eyes are mesmerizing. I can’t look away from the arctic blue irises. They burn like fire as his gaze roams over me. The corners of his sensual lips twitch. “It’s a bit early to be doing the walk of shame…”

My cheeks heat.

I let the coat hang open.

Big mistake.

The cool flame of his gaze sweeps over my form in the body-hugging dress, before settling on my puckered nipples straining against the silky material.

“It’s cold out.”

“I noticed,” he smirks, finally raising his eyes.

I did the only thing I could—try to make a break for it by pivoting in my heels toward the elevator. My breath comes out in a whoosh as he lets me go.

But I regret my decision as the elevator dings, revealing an empty car as it opens. His hand is at my back, guiding me in. “I suggest you tell me where she is.”

I raise my eyebrow. “I’m not a rat. So—don’t expect me to rat her out.”

He grins, showing me his white teeth.

He’s a wolf.

A dangerous, killer wolf.

But somehow—somewhere—I stopped being afraid. I wasn’t the scared girl all alone in the woods anymore. I’m a skilled huntress capable of taking down wolves. Squaring my shoulders, I ignore him, content to watch the digital sign as the elevator climbs.

I knew it was coming. Just like in the movies—he hits the emergency button, suspending us somewhere between floors. His large body cages me against the back wall. “Where is she? I won’t ask again.”

I lift my chin. “What will you do… kill me right here? Or torture me to death in my room?”

“Oh,tesoro.There are much less painful ways to get intel from beautiful women like you.” His index finger trails down my cheek. My eyes follow as it sweeps across my collarbone and rests lightly at the top of my bodice.

Holy hell—I’m turned on.

I’m still in love with someone else, but my body responds to him.

Hell, even a ninety-year-old nun would.

He’s hot as sin and as dangerous as the devil himself.

But I won’t give her up.

I don’t know why. It’s not so much out of loyalty to Tanya but to the entire female race—our men don’t own us.

“He should’ve put a tracking device on her.”

“I told him the same thing.” He moves his head. The curve of his sexy lips hover above mine. Just as they are about to land, I push him back.

“I don’t think so.”

He smirks, but his eyes are cold. “You know who I am. Do you really to go toe-to-toe with me?”

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