Page 23 of Fatal Love

Her head lifted and tears streamed down her cheeks. "The love you have for each other is overwhelming." She sucked in a gasp. "It's something I want but I'm scared—is that selfish of me say?"

We were on with a quickness she wasn't expecting. "Rachel." My tone was filled with longing. "My heart isn't complete without you. Michael's heart isn’t complete without you. We need you. We love you—cant you see that?" She crashed her lips against mine, her fingers pulling at my flesh to draw me closer.

Michael wrapped her in his arms, pulling her between us as I continued to ravage her lips. "Rachel. Antonio and I want you as much as we want each other."

She turned her head, breaking our kiss to cover his mouth with hers. When they finally parted, she was panting. "I—." She pressed her head to mine. "I'm terrified this is going to end."

"Baby you don't have to say it back to us. When you're ready… and you see this isn't going to end because I won't let it—you'll know it's the right time." I pressed a kiss to the corner of her mouth. "And as much as I want to bury my cock inside you right now, Agent Jackson is waiting for us."

My dick pressed into her belly making her eyes dilate. "I think you can be late."

She dropped to her knees between us and pulled me into her mouth. Her hand reached back, and she fisted Michael in her palm.

"Holy shit, baby." Michael stumbled forward, not expecting it and nearly knocked us down.

My eyes rolled back into my head as she worked my shaft. The fucking sounds coming out of her mouth had me erupting so fast, the force of my cum hitting the back of her throat made me sag to my knees. "Jesus Christ."

The devilish smile she gave me before turning toward Michael's swollen member glistening with precum. Inching closer, I watched with apt attention as she sent Michael careening over the edge. He scooped her off the ground, pulling her from his flaccid cock and smashed his lips to hers. Extending his hand, I pressed my palm to his and let him pull me from the ground.

"I'm not sure I know my name." I shook my head as crushed myself against her backside. "We are two of the luckiest bastards to have found you Miss Hill."

We finally extracted ourselves from her body and got dressed. Leaving her alone in the house was harder than I imagined, but this meeting would hopefully give us the information needed to end this shit with Ivanov.

Or so we hoped.

Twelve

Rachel

For the last three weeks, I'd promised not to leave the house—and until this moment… I'd done just that. But after our heartfelt moment in the shower, my feelings got the better of me when they left to meet with Agent Jackson. I knew they were doing it to protect me but being left out sucked.

So, what did I do? I called a cab. After I disarmed the security system, ensuring my ability to get out would go unnoticed, I sauntered down the long driveway and waited for my ride to arrive. Turning off the system was risky, but I knew it would trip an alert to Michael’s phone if I didn’t.

The driver had looked at me like I was crazy when I slipped into the backseat. Fortunately, he didn't say much and kept his eyes on the road. That should have been my first clue something was wrong. It wasn’t until my brain seemed to catch up with the fact we weren't heading in the direction I'd given the driver.

“Excuse me.” I leaned forward, trying to get his attention. “You’re going the wrong way.”

He glanced into the rear-view mirror and swallowed. On further inspection, I realized he was covered in a sheen of sweat and acting all kinds of shifty.

“Did you hear me? You’re not driving towards town.” He continued to ignore me; his knuckles white as they held onto the steering wheel in a vise grip. “Hey, quit fucking ignoring me." I slapped the back of his seat, but when he still refused to answer me I screamed at him. "Stop this car right now.”

My fingers wrapped around the door handle as I shifted closer to the passenger side. "I will fucking jump from this car if you don't stop this instant." He looked up and sighed.

I could see the turmoil in his expression as he squeezed his eyes closed briefly. “Look, lady. I don’t know what you’ve gotten yourself into, but if I don’t take you where I’m supposed to—he’ll kill me.”

“Who will kill you?" I started jerking on the handle, panic setting in when it didn't give at all. "Do you know who I am? I’m the fucking state prosecutor—you hear me? If you do this, you’ll seal your fate and spend the rest of your life in prison for kidnapping.”

“Fuck.” His hands tightened around the leather. “This is messed up. You know that, right? I’m just a fucking cab driver.”

“Slow down a little and I’ll jump. You can tell whoever threatened you I escaped from the moving car, okay? Just don’t take me wherever there is.”

He mulled over my words for a moment before easing the car to the edge of the road. Fortunately, we were on a two-lane road shrouded in trees. If I had to guess, we weren't anywhere near Michael’s. I'd been so trapped in my head going over their meeting with Agent Jackson, I hadn't paid any attention to the drive… until right then.

“I don’t want to die. But I can’t in good conscience do this.” He whispered into the car, refusing to make eye contact with me. "I'm not a murderer."

“Look, go to Discoteca and find Massimo Anastasi. Tell him Rachel Hill sent you. He'll protect you—I swear it.” When I heard the lock disengage, I tugged the smooth silver handle, shoving the door open and jumped out.

Inhaling a deep breath, I rolled away from the car, skidding down the small embankment. Gravel dug into my skin, tearing into the cotton fabric of my leggings.

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