Page 45 of Hostile Secret
The spot where her lips had landed quickly turns cold when she pulls away. All I can think of is stuffing my dick into her mouth, right here beside this lifeless scumbag.
I stay quiet, choosing silence as my personal weapon, and roll the guy over onto his ass.
A slither of moonlight brightens his face. “What the fuck?”
“Do you know him?”
“Everyone knows him. That's David Castillo.” A throbbing ache spreads across my brow. “He’s one of Carlos Blanco’s top guys.” Searching his other pockets, I grab her cell phone and rise.
“Let’s go. Now,” I command sharply, rolling my shoulders and taking a tranquilizing breath.
I witness the subtle sigh escaping her lungs, how it deflates her ribcage, and yet her self-assured posture remains regal and valiant. That won’t last long, not when I get her home.
“I was just a random girl who sat on the hood of his Dodge,” she confirms, folding her arms over her chest.
Christ those tits would be perfect for slapping.
We don’t have time to thrash it out. I need to wise the fuck up and stop imagining her naked.
A tornado gathers momentum inside my chest. I have to hide her away in Blackwater and update Tomás on this new situation.
Not that I give two fucks about the corpses I’m piling up next to the van in a puddle of gasoline. They did well to endure a quick death rather than experience what I’d like to do to them if I had time. It just means Carlos Blanco will be on the warpath, and that asshole is already on the Souza watchlist.
Tomás thinks it was Carlos who’d orchestrated our father’s murder. Him and Papá used to be friends a long time ago until greed ripped them apart. Since then, Carlos never could reach the heights that we Souzas soar. Jealousy is a bitch.
The tormented teen inside of me would shake his hand for killing Papá. Whereas the hitman I am today would happily gun the fucker down in an alleyway, because someone wanted the Souza kingpin six feet under. It also means they’d want Tomás out of the way too. And no one fucks with my brothers.
Sparking up a zippo, I toss it into the puddle of fuel, scoop India into my arms, and carry her in the direction of my car, making sure the crowd gathering outside of the bar doesn't see us.
Surprisingly, she doesn’t complain, rather she rests her cheek on my shoulder and whispers something inaudible.
When the blast burns through the evidence we’d left behind, screams fill the night air and car sirens go off. I’ve just cracked open the underworld.
“They don’t know anything about you.” Her big eyes drill into my face. “I promise.”
“Get in.” I order, dropping her onto those sky-high stiletto strappy fucking things that talk directly to my aching dick in a secret voodoo language.
Opening the front passenger car door, I set my hand on the crown of her head, and push her lower so she doesn’t bump her head.
She slides across the leather upholstery, her exposed flesh covered in goosebumps and her phone held tightly in her hand.
“It’ll be okay, right?” Her bottom lip dents under the pressure of her front teeth, and my mind goes to shit.
I reposition the painful boner straining behind my zipper, slam the door shut, and round the vehicle. As soon as I’m seated next to her in the driver's seat, her phone glows.
“It’s Dré,” she says softly, staring at the photo of him and her on the screen.
It’s an odd thing to see. A guy who looks like me, sticking his ringed middle finger up at the camera while a younger, sweet India grins from ear to ear.
They both look mischievous and––happy. Why it eats away at me is mind-boggling, but it does. I never wanted to be a part of her life when she was growing up. Probably because I had my own priorities to deal with.
“Answer it.”
“Okay.” She taps the screen and lifts the phone to her ear. “Dré… I’m with Gio now. He picked me up from Elysian. We’re on our way back to his place.”
I switch on the engine while she reassures him that she’s safe and put my foot on the gas, driving us as far away from the carnage as possible.
He has no idea what just happened, and I’m not in the mood to discuss it. Instead, I want answers from India.
