Page 9 of The #2 Guy

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Christine

I can’t believe he came for me. After all I did. All the lies and betrayal. The thing is, I never thought I’d fall for my mark. That the heat between us would be real. I tried to stop it. Fight the attraction I had for him and I lied to myself every time we touched. I told myself it was for a greater cause—the utter destruction of the Lamatti Crime Family. But all I ended up causing was my own self-destruction. He killed Roque Salvatore for me. Roque frickin’ Salvatore, the world’s most notorious mob boss since Al Capone. I swallow hard. I hated Salvatore just as much as I hated Johnny. My parents were killed in the crossfire of a mob hit gone bad in 1998. I’ll never forget the pain of losing them. My brother and I swore vengeance but not by being vigilantes. We wanted to join the FBI; a perfect way to avenge our parents. The Lamatti’s are trained killers who spit on the law. When I joined the bureau, I only had one mission in mind: Find and destroy the Lamatti’s and any crime family connected to them.

“Where are you taking me?”

“To bed? Where else?” His eyes meet mine in the rearview. Despite the self-loathing bubbling to the surface, I feel the heat between my thighs and the sweet pain of my budding nipples. Johnny’s cock is a gift to women, and he knows how to work it like no one else. I bite my lip knowing I’ll never be able to resist him if he gets me naked. I’ll need to escape or finish what I vowed to do—kill his Brooklyn ass.

“Why did you kill Roque… for me?”

“Don’t flatter yourself. It was for me. With him out of the way, I can take over.” My chin jerks up. “Everyone thinks you’re dead. Your brother has already buried you. If you ask me—he cheaped out. I would’ve at least picked a better-quality headstone.

My foot lifts, kicking the back of his seat. “YOU BASTARD!” It gives me a small bit of satisfaction as his body slams forward causing his seat belt to tighten.

“Save the fight for later my feral kitten. I can’t wait to feel you scratch the hell outta my back.”

My fists curl into my palms. Never. Never will I ever, let him feel the satisfaction of me clawing his back out in ecstasy again. I sit back, take a few deep breathes, trying to get centered so I can rely on my training to get myself out of this. I will escape him no matter what it takes. No matter what it costs. I need to find out just where the heck I am if I’m going to make that happen.

Despite the shitty situation I’m in, the landscape is breathtaking. I have no idea where I am. When I was grabbed, I was drugged and hooded. I woke up in that dank cellar not knowing if it was hours or days later. But the bulky, silver fox of a man was good to me. By the smells and sounds coming from above, it didn’t take long for me to realize I was beneath a restaurant or bar. He never hid his face, proclaiming I’d never be free, so it didn’t matter. However, he refused to give his name. My mouth grows dry as my eyes drift up the tall pines to the soft sky.Sky. It’s been so long since I’ve seen you.The big brute of a man who was my jailer had kind eyes despite his hard body. He made sure I was clean, well fed and even supplied me with an endless supply of books. Sometimes even a magazine. Oh my god, scruffy! The man found a stray behind the restaurant and let me keep it. The cat came and went as it pleased but its litter box was in the cellar with me. The tiny cat kept me sane. Curled up by my feet at night and helped me feel less alone in the dark. I wet my lips, “The man. The man who was hiding me… did you kill him, too?”

“So, what if I did?” Johnny’s voice was hard. Cold. I bit back my cry of anguish. He would pay. There was no other way out for either of us.

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