Page 51 of Hostile Secret
I know exactly what she’s talking about. We’re on the same page, except some things are better left as they are—protected and hidden.
“She’s only here for a couple of months.” I drain what’s left of the liquor in my glass and pour a second.
After seeing India naked, in the unused holding cell, I’m wired to the fucking moon.
I don’t make a habit of smoking marijuana like André does, especially in my home, but tonight I’m in desperate need of a way to wind down. It’s either smoke weed or fuck India raw while she’s intoxicated.
The latter won’t happen, because she’s going to remember every second of my dick claiming that sweet little pussy of hers.
I’d pushed my urges to the farthest corners of my mind until her birthday announcement beckoned them out from hiding. But now I’m all in.
So what if my brother had tasked me with minding her? She’s even hornier than I am, which makes this no-ties situation feasible.
I could satisfy those raging teenage hormones of hers while she’d become a disposable source of entertainment. After all, she had stepped into my territory, so that makes it easy.
What man wouldn’t want a hot little plaything for a few weeks? Zero commitments. Zero emotions. Just fucking and sucking.
A sinful shiver runs down my spine when I think about sliding my dick into her forbidden heat.
Christ, I think my dick just begged for her.
Thankfully, there’s a stash of paper rolled blunts in the liquor cabinet for occasions just like this. Not that I've ever locked up a feisty virgin before. That’s a whole new kick to get off on. But there are evenings when I need to relax, and this is one of those nights.
“There’s no point telling her anything.” A red-hot flame torches the tip of the blunt hanging from my lips when I spark up the zippo.
“Secrets have a way of escaping… eventually.” Lola announces.
I inhale as she speaks and hold the smoke in my lungs for a count of five, then slowly exhale.
“It’ll get harder to hide on the weekends. Both of them know there’s something going on. I’m sure of it.”
“I’ll figure something out.”
I’m not exactly happy about keeping my double life under wraps, especially when my mother tried so hard to save me from the monster who’d dominated my shadow and made me this way. For years I thought she had failed, however these days I’m not so sure anymore.
As a teenager, I had learned I could kill a man without consequences. My father would give me a name and an address, and I would play with the coolest sniper rifle on the black market.
After years of conforming to his expectations, murder became normal, and an ordinary life slipped through my murderous hands. I didn’t crave relationships outside of my family, and the easiness of bloodshed became my power.
The idea of a run-of-the-mill existence didn’t appeal to me, not when I loathed anything that was a potential weakness.
I’d dabbled in cocaine more than enough times, eventually quitting when I accepted it caused hand tremors that fucked up my aim.
Never ending bottles of booze pacified my demons, but sex—it helped me seek a different sort of dark satisfaction.
However, assassinations became my real vice. The very deeds that made my blood pump and my purpose in life clear.
“India is staying at Blackwater for a short time. I don’t want him to think it’s permanent, or he’d—” I sigh heavily. “My brother expects her to join him in Italy when she’s finished school. That’s not far off now.”
Lola eyes me with caution before she speaks. “What does India want, Giovanni?”
I frown at her. “It doesn't matter what she wants, because I don’t want her here any longer than she needs to be.”
My casual shrug dispels any idea Lola may have had. I grab the bottle of Jack and saunter past jagged ferns on my way to a comfy corner couch. This evening I need space, but India’s puppy doesn’t appear to understand my boundaries when it follows me.
“I don't have room for another priority. And she’s proven to be a liability that could put all of us at risk.”
When I sit, the dog jumps up beside me and curls into a ball, sighing from contentment. I shake my head and take another drag. “Take the dog with you, Lola.”
