Page 36 of Hostile Love
I’d think she was going for a midnight walk if the woman wasn’t wearing a floral print nightgown under a dark kimono, cinched at the waist by a silk belt.
The robe’s material swishes with every confident stride she takes, the front slit showing off her long, lean legs. Fuck, her hair is unbrushed and tucked behind her cute little ears. The messy state of it reminding me of how she came undone on my dick earlier.
She’s up to something. I can feel it in my bones.
Prowling outside, I watch her navigate the driveway, head straight for my motorcycle, and snatch the key fob I’d left on the seat.
She hooks the keyring on her forefinger and lets the fob dangle in the air.
“You’re trying very hard to keep me here, Dani.”
I toss the cigarette, widen my stance, and fold my arms over my chest.
“Is there something you want to tell me?”
“Yeah, smartass. Don’t drink and drive! I’m leaving in an hour. Sleep off your bad mood and I’ll leave the fob with Dario. The guy who’s clothes you’re wearing.”
She pockets my keys and closes the distance between us.
“And just so you know…if you marry Sofia, it’ll be over my dead body…and I’m very hard to kill.”
“Por qué, little firecracker? Tell me why you’d have to be dead.”
“Because she won’t be another Souza victim or collateral damage between our two families.”
I narrow my eyes at the pulse hammering in her throat.
“Collateral damage?”
“Yeah, you’d charm her, make the poor girl fall for your bullshit, and then you’d stomp all over her heart.”
“Are we talking about you or her?”
Before she answers, my head turns to the bright headlights streaming in through the front gates. Moving closer, a fleet of SUVs pulls up beyond them, parking.
Armed men spill out of the vehicles at the same time as soldiers rush out of Blanco’s mansion.
“Who the hell are they?” Dani shouts over to Dario.
“They must be here for him,” he replies, reaching for a handheld radio.
“I asked who they are, Dario,” she hisses. “Find out what the hell they want.”
“Matheus Souza!” a male voice calls me from the other side of the gate. “We have orders to escort you out of Colombia.”
I frown and grab the gun from behind my back and start to walk towards them.
“Who gave the order?”
“Sir, we should talk in the car. Privately.”
My scalp prickles and I sense her approach, even though her light footsteps are undetectable.
“You’re not going anywhere with those guys, Mat. We don’t know who they are.”
I glance at her, noting the creases on her forehead and death glare projected at the army of soldiers gathered a few yards away.
Something pings inside my chest, and I realize I’d love this woman for the rest of my life.
