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I was actually surprised how easy it was to talk to him over dinner. He listened intently, asked only appropriate questions and by the time we were drinking coffee, I was completely relaxed. I knew a little about his upbringing, what had brought him to Charleston and his hopes for the future. In turn, he gleaned through a few pointed questions that I was a completely different woman underneath.
As we stood at my front door, a single moment of awkwardness settled in. “Would you like to come in for a nightcap?” I finally asked, especially since he was staring at me with a certain look in his eyes, creating a wave of heat between my legs.
“I’d love to.” Carter closed the door behind us, bending down to greet Zorro.
“Vodka all right?”
“That’s perfect.”
I made the drinks and hadn’t noticed that Carter was standing in the doorway to the kitchen until I turned around. This time, his expression appeared more dominating. “Is something wrong?”
“I have a question for you.”
“O-kay.”
He inhaled before asking, “Would you like a hard spanking?”
I was floored, immediately flustered, and knew my face had turned a bright shade of red. However, the heat was now sweltering along my inner thighs. “What?”
Walking closer, he took the drinks out of my hand, easing them onto the table. “I think you heard me. Do you need a whipping?”
I blinked several times, trying to determine if he was teasing. “I…”
“You don’t have to be embarrassed. Some women thrive on being given a regular spanking. I know my mother received some form of discipline at least a couple times a week. I asked my father about it once, and he said their decision to have him in charge brought harmony to the house. I sense you’re that kind of woman.”
There was a significant part of me that wanted to accuse him in a nasty way of being too forward. The words ‘how dare you’ were on the tip of my tongue. Then I was intrigued, my nipples rock hard. The realization I was excited for the first time in months was unnerving. Still, I had an odd sensation in the pit of my stomach. I couldn’t explain why, but Carter wasn’t the fantasy I desired. “Carter, I appreciate what you’re saying, but that’s not what I’m looking for.”
He gave me an odd look, as if I’d insulted him.
Then Carter simply kissed me goodnight, made certain I knew he’d call, and he left.
He actually left.
I wasn’t certain whether to be amazed.
Or pissed off.
CHAPTER3
Blade
“Look, you fucking asshole. I own you. If you dare think you’re going to get away with this, you don’t know me very well. Be prepared to meet your maker.” Diego’s left leg was twitching and as soon as the call ended, he tossed his cell phone, cursing in Spanish. “Puto gilipollas. Voy a matarlo.”
Fucking asshole. I’ll fucking kill him.The words were harsh, but no doubt truthful and on the mark. I almost never witnessed Diego losing his cool. That wasn’t his style. He was the man who could enjoy savoring a fine dinner, drinking a bottle of wine, and enjoying good conversation with his enemy, all before issuing a contract. And the poor dumb fucker would never know what hit him. The fact this individual bothered him so much meant everything I’d heard could be true.
I remained quiet, studying the buildings as we passed by. I actually loathed the limo rides but when the man wanted to make an entrance, I was always along for the ride, even against my advice. That had included tonight. After what Breaker had told me, I was more on edge than ever, prepared for an attack. Diego had more than one ‘situation’ as he liked to call them, one of the people he was trying to do business with reneging on his promise. For Diego? That was a punishable offense. My gut told me tonight would be interesting.
“Stop worrying, Erik,” Diego stated then yanked his drink from the holder, swirling the ice in a violent manner. I’d never seen him this angry.
“My job, sir.”
He chuckled and lifted his glass to his lips. I took the opportunity to glance in his direction, noticing the barrel of his favored Glock. He usually preferred not to carry, which meant he was also worried. “You’re about the only man in my family I can count on. I appreciate that. I really do.” He turned his head, glaring out the window. “Things may get a bit… messy in the next few days. I hope you can handle it.” Diego shook his head after saying the words. “An out of state asshole believes he is going to take a portion of my business. He will learn the hard way.”
“Nothing to worry about.” I had firepower with me: a Beretta in an ankle holster, and my Browning Hi-Power clipped inside my jacket. A blade wouldn’t do for tonight, not with the stakes this high. Nothing was going to interfere with Diego’s evening. Not on my watch. The man would always have enemies, groups of various gangs trying to take over. I’d heard certain rumors, other cartels hell bent on taking over Miami. That would be interesting to watch.
“Good man.” Diego exhaled, remaining quiet, but his leg continued to twitch. Even his own soldiers would say his actions were a sign of weakness. The man was cracking a little under the surface. Maybe the perfect time to escape.
Maybe the perfect time to get myself killed.
