Page 11 of Lourdes & the Mafia
I smirk. “Party hard?”
He ignores me, gesturing with a hard snap of his hand to the floor. He is clearly annoyed, as he usually is. Do I blame him? Residing over The Pit has left him as miserable as the souls who suffer through it. “Take care ofthis.”
My gaze goes to where he indicates and what I see trips me up.
A human female, lying on the ground and covered in wounds and blood. The moment I see her, my magic snaps out, searching and assessing her wounds. Within seconds, I know every scrape and bruise that is currently on her body.
“What did you do?” I demand, eyes narrowing.
He scowls at me. “Just fucking take care of it.”
That’s all he gives me before he disappears.
“‘Take care of it, Lorenzo,’” I mimic with annoyance.
Take care of itcan mean a lot of things.
What, does he want me to finish the job and off her? Take her to The Pit? Throw her into the Valley of Demons?What?
I crouch where she lays on the ground and look her over.
She’s a beautiful woman, of that I have no doubt the moment I set eyes on her. I tentatively reach out and smooth aside her wild curls to have a clearer look at her face.
Beautiful, strong bone structure. Perfectly cute round nose, and pillowy lips that look like they’re made for a fun time.
I smooth my thumb across those lips before I pull away, dropping my head with a sigh. Pretty women and men andpeopleare my weakness. Kane knows this. It’s probably why he dropped her off in my room to begin with.
It’s not like he has the patience for anything fun in his life.
He’s such a grumpy bastard.
Luckily, I love to fix broken things.
I pick the woman up with ease and stand. She’s got short limbs and a curvy, pillowy body. Her figure provokes something in me. Like lightning and fire are warring beneath my skin and demanding an explosion.
Thick thighs save lives.
Indeed they do.
I walk through my suite, gently placing her over my bed. The minute my hands are off her, I want them on her body all over again. It’s an instant addiction, and my palms itch to reach for her once again.
Strange, to say the least, but I am nothing if not impulsive, given to my basic desires and wants. Far be it from me to deny this instant electricity when it so obviously means something more.
Fortunately for me, she’s injured, and that means I get to heal her.
My hands reach for her again, this time gently tracing over her every injury. Thick, pliable flesh warms beneath my palms. Where I touch, my magic follows, leaving behind perfectly healed, fresh skin.
I take my time, meticulous and careful to heal every bit of her, and when I’m done, I step back and look at her vulnerable frame. Something hits me.
A memory of months ago.
Of a figure colliding against mine and hair just like that, and mesmerizing eyes that were begging to be claimed. Fucked.
I smirk down at her, an instinct and urge gripping me in a tight hold that I refuse to shake off. An obsession quickly forming, one I absolutely refuse to set free.
This woman?
I know in this moment that she will bemine.
