Page 140 of Steal My Heart
My co-conspirator is now hanging back, using her cousin as a human shield.
There’s a softpop, and I glance across the room to where Maks is using what I think is a silencer on his weapon, placing a bullet in what looks like an already dead man’s head.
“Alessandra Calvani, you are grounded for eternity!” Angelo thunders. “Nic, care to explain your role in this?”
He rubs the back of his neck. “Your sister sort of talked me into coming, to stop you and Fabien from killing each other.”
I hurry onto the stage, falling to my knees beside Angelo and Nola. “Are you both okay? She’s bleeding!”
Angelo uses his tie to dab the blood from Nola’s belly. “Nola’s scraped up a bit; we’ll have the vet check her out.”
“Are you alright?” I ask, examining his body for any signs of injury.
“Remi, I’m fine,” he says reassuringly.
“It looks like things went well with the family reunion.” I take a pointed look around the room, the smoky haze of gunfire lingering in the air; bullet holes decorating the walls; not to mention the dead bodies.
“As well as expected, I suppose.” Angelo sighs. “Happy birthday,amorina. Your lounge will need a thorough cleaning and refurbishment, and of course, a new sign outside.”
“I’m sorry, my what?” My hand that was petting Nola goes still.
“Your birthday gift: you’re the new pianist for the rebranded Hotel Nola lounge. How does that sound?”
“Like E major to my ears.” I smile, my lips meeting his.
Remi
“And you’re sure Nola will be alright, us leaving her?” I worry my bottom lip.
Pulling up the security system on his phone, Angelo shows me the live feed from the living room. I watch in real time as Nola hops up on the couch wearing her cone, and…uh oh.
She’s spraying the couch.
I cringe. “Nola is still pissed at us.” A small shard of metal was embedded in Nola’s stomach and had to be removed by the vet and stitched up, hence the cone of shame.
“I wouldn’t be happy wearing that thing, either,” Angelo muses, closing out his phone.
“What happens with your brother now that he’s out of prison?” I ask.
“Fabien and I will work things out, but first things first. I promised you fireworks.”
“And no Mississippi River.”
“No Mississippi River.”
Smiling, I lean in and tickle his beard.
“What are you stealing from me now?” he muses.
“Check your left wrist.”
He pushes up his tuxedo sleeve to find his family watch that I stole the first time we met.
“I had one of your men fetch it from the storage unit; thought you might want it back. In case you wanted to play out your fantasy sometime soon?” I whisper.
He wraps his hand around my throat, my pussy fluttering wildly as he pulls me inches from his lips. “Soon.” Angelo claims my mouth with a possessive kiss.
“Boss, we’re here.” Maks clears his throat, but Angelo ignores him, giving my tongue one last twirl with his before he pulls back.
