Page 51 of Runaway in the Mafia
I didn’t move. She ignored me as she drank, eyes still squeezed shut. When her cup was empty, I set it on the nightstand. She slid down the bed, her thighs brushing mine. She was in far too much pain to feel anything. I, on the other hand, was unfortunately not. Her scent was all over me, her skirts ridden up to an inch from her crotch.
My moral lines shook. Taking the sheets, I wrapped her tightly like a fucking mummy. She didn’t object, and satisfaction hummed in my body when she was all covered up.
“If you actually fucking tell me what’s going on, you won’t have to suffer through this shit.”
Her shoulders tensed, and her eyes squeezed harder.
Frustration bubbled underneath my skin. It was all I could do not to shove her against the wall and demand answers. Headache or not.
“All you have to do is give me two words. The first and the last name.” My lips thinned as her gaze scowled. I sighed. “I wishyou’d understand. There’s no need to run from a monster when you’re safe with me,” I muttered.
Why couldn’t she just tell me who the fucker was? She wasn’t protecting him.Was she?
My hand clamped on her forehead. She tried to jerk upright, and I shoved her back onto the bed. “For fuck’s sake. Let me take care of you at least,” I growled. She whimpered but lay still, stiff as a board beneath my hands. “You can put your shield up tomorrow,” I told her softly, and she sank deeper into the mattress.
I found myself rubbing the sides of her forehead in a gentle rhythm. Somewhere in between, I dragged her locket from my pocket and dropped it on the nightstand. I’d had my way with it, and something in me didn’t want her to miss it.
It took ten heartbeats for her to relax. But by twenty, she was out. I didn’t know why I stayed far beyond it. Probably because somewhere between leaving my office and putting her to sleep, my tension had faded away.
CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
AHANA
“What are you doing?”
The pure sin dressed in olive green dress pants and a white button-up with rolled up sleeves wasn’t any kind of good news. The fact that his car was in the driveway, boot open, and the maids were piling Lia’s luggage into it screamed manipulation. Add to it his presence, and it outlined deviousness. Leaning against the matte black of his car with a puff in his hand and evil in his eyes.
“Isn’t it obvious?” He shrugged and pushed off the car. His gaze was thoughtful as he inhaled more nicotine. I followed the cigar as his hand dropped next to his thigh. The charcoal grey of the ashes kissed the gravel, its ember fading before dusting off. The man lived off nicotine, I had thought, but he did seem to smoke less of it these days. “Taking you to your getaway.”
My gaze whipped up.
You have got to be kidding me.
He smirked. A devilish glint to his eyes.
“We are going with Romeo.”
“He’s sick.”
I frowned. “He seemed fine this morning.”
He shrugged. “What can I say? We live a dangerous life.”
This had his hands all over it. “What happened?”
“Got shot.”
“What?” He didn’t seem to be bothered by his cousin’s injury. In fact, he seemed to be pleased about it. Suspicion sneaked up my body. “Why?”
“He was being an idiot.”
“Who was being an idiot?” Lia came up behind me. Another bag in tow. You’d think we were going away for a month instead of a day.
“Romeo.” He grinned.What is so funny?
“What else is new?” She skipped past me to the car.
Wasn’t anyone in this family bothered about their cousin’s injury? “Lia! Your cousin got shot.”
