Page 18 of Capone
I leaned over to whisper in Capone’s ear. “Why do your friends keep staring and smiling at us?”
His lips twitched as he stared into my eyes. His arms were stretched across the seat behind me. He leaned in so close I could smell his minty-fresh breath. “I don’t know.” He shrugged.
“Bullshit,” someone shouted through a cough.
That caused everyone to laugh as Capone threw up his middle finger. I even found myself giggling. It seemed to be an inside joke, so I decided to let it go for now.
When I entered my home, a wave of emotions swirled inside me. I didn’t like coming here to no Gabi and no Derek. Just thinking about him made me feel guilty. Here I was, gaining feelings for another man, and he had only been gone a year.
I knew we had our problems and yeah, sometimes I wasn’t happy with him, but I did love him. I loved him enough to try and work through our problems. It just so happens we never got a chance to. All these mixed emotions had me tearing up. I quickly told the guys I was going to my bedroom and sprinted up the stairs.
Once I made it to my closet, the floodgates opened. The guilt was too heavy. I felt like I was betraying him. I was silently crying into my hands when I felt a hand on my shoulder. I nearly jumped out of my skin. I spun around and there stood Capone. He stared at me with confusion and compassion.
“What’s wrong, Sugar?” he asked, gripping my chin, bringing my gaze up to his.
I tried to wiggle away but he locked an arm around my waist.
“This. This is wrong. We shouldn’t be doing this,” I sobbed.
“Says who?”
“Me! My daughter is missing. I’m still grieving my husband. I just can’t?—”
“Didn’t I tell you I was a patient man? I understand you’re going through a lot. I’m not trying to pressure you but tell me you don’t feel it. Tell me you don’t feel the connection between us anytime we’re near each other and I’ll walk away right now. I won't bother you for anything other than the case.”
He paused, waiting for my answer. My mouth opened but no words came out. I couldn’t say it. I might be in denial, but I couldn’t tell that blatant lie. Even now, in his arms, my body felt sparks wherever he touched me.
“Tell me,” he demanded as he began leaning in. I knew what was coming. He was giving me an out, but I didn’t want it. I wanted to know what his lips felt like. Before I knew it, his lips were on mine.
His lips were softer than I imagined. My body melted against his as he squeezed my hips. The action made me gasp. He took full advantage, thrusting his tongue into my mouth. I moaned into his mouth, causing him to groan. Capone pushed me against one of the shelves in my closet and began to ravage my mouth.
We got completely caught up in the kiss. I wrapped my arms around his neck and ran my fingers through his hair. We were getting hot and heavy quickly. We ended up shaking the shelf and a shoebox fell from the top of it. We broke apart, panting and staring into each other eyes.
Capone palmed the side of my face and dropped a kiss onto my forehead. “You’re going to be mine one day, Sugar. I just have to wait for you to accept that.”
He pulled away and then bent down to pick up the shoebox. There was a phone on the ground beside it. My brows pinched as I stared down at it in puzzlement.
“Is this the phone you need?” Capone picked it up and tried to hand it to me.
“No. I’ve never seen that phone before.”
“Then how did it end up in your closet?”
“It had to be Derek’s. That’s his shoebox. Why wouldn’t he tell me he had a second phone?”
Capone scratched his head and sighed. “I don’t know, but let’s bring it. Grab the other phone and laptop and let’s get out of here. The sooner we get back, the sooner the girls can go through this and hopefully find something useful.”
I nodded as uneasiness flowed through me. Finding out Derek had a second phone made me feel like he had a secret life. The fact that he spent more time away from our home than in it was bad enough.
As I gathered Derek’s things, I couldn’t shake the feeling that this phone was about to change everything I thought I knew.
Chapter Eight
CAPONE
Before we could leave Giovanna’s home, we got a call from the pilot letting us know all incoming flights back home had been delayed due to a thunderstorm. Luckily, Giovanna’s place was big enough to accommodate us all.
We ordered some Chinese takeout before all the guys turned in for the night. The entire night, Giovanna could barely look me in the eyes and any time she did, she would blush. I knew that kiss was heavy on her mind because it was the same for me. I couldn’t stop thinking about it.
