Page 37 of The Sting of Love
It takes seconds for Gibbs to send the message back to me with the address. I know the area. It’s in the slumish parts of town. It fits the scum Mario is.
I get up and walk over to the dresser to check for my gun in the top draw. I’m taking my good weapons today— my Berettas. I can’t wait to get my hands on Mario.
One bullet in his head after I get the info I want. I need to get details of how deep the shit runs and what’s going on. All that he did and who’s involved. Then I’ll kill the motherfucker. Claudius will expect me to do that anyway. He’ll want truth and then an end to the miserable son of a bitch.
I take the gun out carefully and glance at Willow. If she sees it, I know she’ll freak, which is one reason why I have to be careful with her.
I place the gun in my jacket pocket, and when I turn back to face her, I still when I see she’s sitting up. I’m not sure if she saw the gun or not, but the pale look on her face and the slightly wide expression in her eyes suggests that she might have.
“Morning…” she says, and her face softens.
“Hi, Bella.” I walk over to her, crouch down, and she moves closer to kiss me.
If she saw the gun, she’s either not scared of it, or she’s acting like she didn’t see it. I don’t like secrets, and this is not a woman I want to keep secrets from.
“I didn’t want to wake you,” I tell her.
“It’s okay. I guess I should wake up and get ready.”
Fuck… I don’t want her to leave. We’re vague, and I’m at that place again where I need to do something to continue this thing we have or call it quits.
“It’s super early, do you have to leave now?” I ask.
“No.” She runs her finger over my beard.
I have an hour tops. I’ll get my men together, and we can meet at the address Gibbs sent. “How about I make us a great breakfast before I take you home?”
“Home…” she says on the edge of a whisper, like she’s thinking about it.
“You look like you don’t want to go.”
“Would it be bad if I said I didn’t?” she asks with a careful expression. Her thick black lashes cast a shadow over her high exotic cheekbones.
“No.” I don’t have to think about the answer to that.
“When am I going to see you again?”
“Tomorrow. I have a few things to take care of today with work. It’s important stuff, or I’ll get my ass fired.”
She chuckles. “That’s okay. I get to see you tomorrow?”
“Yes. For dinner. We’ll go out to a real restaurant this time. On a date.”
She smiles and I find myself getting lost in her beauty. Not just what I see, what I feel. This woman is the definition of beauty inside and out.
“A date. I like the sound of that.”
“You know what sound I like more?” I can’t resist. One more time. One last time for the day.
“What?” she asks, feigning innocence as she allows the sheet to fall from her breasts.
My gaze drops to her gorgeous body, and I stare wondering how the hell I’m going to leave her today.
“I think you know. Come here,” I call her to my lips, and she comes to me.
I’m playing a dangerous game here. We both are. But fuck, I can’t get enough of her, and while she’s here, she’s mine.
I take her back to bed.
