Page 54 of Dark Encounter
Chapter 20
Grace
"Come with me today. See what I do, Grace. If you still want me after that, then we'll figure something out." Erik moved up behind me in the kitchen and wrapped his strong arms around my waist.
"No. I can't be a part of that." I cracked an egg into the skillet in front of me. "You know that already."
"Then this is goodbye?" He leaned down and kissed the side of my neck. "I can't run from this life. It'll find me and put a bullet in the back of my head."
I turned to face him, running my hands up his thick chest. "Would you be willing to run from it?"
His expression darkened a little. "I don't know honestly. My father's lost so much already."
"Your Mom and sister?" I wanted to dig, but I just stood there quietly in his arms, trying to offer support bynotasking questions.
"Yeah." He leaned down and kissed the tip of my nose. "You said last night that you were scared of something your brother was involved in and Cole messing with you. I'll talk with Cole about laying off, but he's my father's latest lap dog from what I gather."
"What? He's a cop." I pulled away from him and turned back to making breakfast. "Why would he be helping your father?"
He chuckled and moved to sit on the counter next to me. "The mafia always has lap dogs in the police force, Grace. It's part of the deal. They keep us covered."
"That's fucked up." I shook my head, feeling so incredibly naive.
"Maybe." He reached over and ran his hand down the back of my hair. "And your brother?"
I hesitated, though I didn't know why. If Erik cared about me, then he would help me figure out what my brother got his ass into, but I really wanted to hear back from Jenna first.
"My brother?" I smirked. "He's just being a spaz lately. Did I really bring him up last night? I must have been drunk."
"You were pretty wasted, but it was nice." He jumped down and pressed himself against my back. "You let me in your ass. It was hot."
"What?" I turned and pushed him back. "I did not!"
"You did. It was super loose too. Did you take a big shit or were you lying about me being your first?"
I slapped him in the chest with the greasy spatula. "Liar. I'd feel it this morning."
He grabbed his cock. "Damn right you would. You'll be limping for weeks when we get to that point."
I turned and hid my smile from him. I didn't care how wishy-washy he was. I'd take every ounce of time I could get with him. I was interested in making sure that we would have one more encounter a million times.
Just one more night. One more touch. One more.
"You sure you have to go?" I called out.
His voice was muffled as if he were down the hall. "Yeah. I'll find you later, but make sure you watch out for Cole. He's reporting back to my father."
"And your Dad isn't okay with us being together?" I plated his eggs and turned to face him, extending the plate.
"No, and you cooking for me is a little much." He winked, grabbed his black leather jacket and walked toward the door. "I told you. He lost my mom and sister. He's not willing to let that happen to me." He opened the door and paused to look back at me. "Don't be here when I get back."
"Or?" I tilted my head to the side.
"Or no dick for you."
"For how long?" I dipped my fingers in the butter on my plate and licked it seductively. "Because you've turned me into a nymph. Someone has to service me. If not you, then who? Cole?"
"Grace." His tone darkened. "Don't play games with me. You'll end up with blood on your hands, and you won't like me anymore."
