Page 82 of Undone

I gulp as he puts a hand on his hip, the movement revealing a holstered gun under his jacket.

“What are you really going to do? Whack a bridesmaid?”

His large hands move to my throat. It’s a caress but a reminder that could change at any moment. “Do you care about Tanya? We have enemies,tesoro. She can’t be out unprotected. Do you really want to be responsible if something were to happen to her?”

Crap.

He’s right.

And Tanya was drunk off her ass when I left, putting herself in a potentially bad situation.

“Fine. She’s at Castle in the Sky. The whole bridal party is.”

“Thank you,tesoro.But I’ll take this anyway.”

“Wh-hh-at? …,” my lips are caught in his. The feel of his hot, wet tongue sweeping inside makes my knees weak and holy hell—I moan.

And groan.

My hands reach the back of his head, keeping his mouth on mine.

He tastes likes sin and whiskey—like everything I’ve missed with someone else.

My fingers untwine themselves from his silky head and press against his hard pecs. “I can’t.”

He inhales sharply, stepping back. “That’s not something I’m used to hearing.” He hits a button on the panel, and we resume moving. I’m not sure what to say, so I don’t. The door chimes open and he allows me to pass but stays close to my side until we reach my room. He takes a keycard out of his pocket and inserts it in the lock.

“Wait here.”

“What? Why?” I’m not surprised the king of the Chicago mob had a keycard to my room. But it’s unnerving, nonetheless.

He doesn’t reply, as he inspects my room; making sure it’s clear. Then he takes out his cell, “Castle in the Sky. No, I didn’t hurt her….,” his mouth parts, “I wish she would’ve let me though.” He meets my eyes and I look away, feeling a blush creep along my neck.

I put the coat I was holding over the arm of a chair. Why he hasn’t left yet? His hands rummage through my suitcase until he pulls out a pair of yoga pants and a cream sweater. “Put these on.”

“No. The only thing I’m putting on are my pajamas.”

His eyebrows arch. “Either you do it, or I’ll do it for you.”

Crap.He’s a damn mafia king. This threat has got to be one of the least dangerous ones he’s made—yet. I’m terrified. Not that he’ll hurt me, but that I’ll enjoy him undressing me.

I take my clothes and walk into the bathroom.

He isn’t a man to mess with.

I quickly change hoping he’ll be gone when I’m done, all the while knowing he won’t be.

My hand stills on the doorknob, as I cock my head; listening for any movements coming from the room.

It’s still. Quiet. But I know he’s out there; a predator waiting to pounce.

“Is your plan to hide in there all night?”

I decide to change tactics and open the door. “I don’t hide from anyone. I had a long pee. I drank a lot tonight.” I finish my statement with a loud belch, hoping to turn him off by my sudden crudeness.

Those damn sexy lips twitch instead. The man is astute, and my game isn’t fooling him. He picked up my jacket and holds it out. “Put it on. You’re coming.”

“I’m not coming.”

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