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“He’s a dangerous man, and he’s going to be pissed at you.”His lips thin as he watches me.
“Is that so? Then why are we releasing him?”I straighten my spine. If one more man tries to tell me what to do today, I am going to scream. I hate this fucking place.
He stands in front of the handle as if to block me.
“Move, Alex. I have work to do. I am quite capable of dealing with Mr. Falcone on my own.”
He throws up his arms and slides out of my way.
I hold back rolling my eyes as he slips away, and I stroll into the questioning room, shutting the door behind me.
My feet stop moving when Frankie swivels in his seat to face me. His icy gray eyes burn into mine.
Okay. This part of my investigation I appear to have brushed over.I’ve always kept my distance when keeping tabs on these men. I’ve missed one key detail.
The fact this man is drop dead gorgeous.
I don’t know what I expected from the low-quality surveillance photos.All I’ve ever seen has been a partial profile or the back of his head.
Sitting at that table, handcuffed in a navy suit, is probably the sexiest guy I’ve laid eyes on. His dark chestnut hair is slicked back, and a tidy beard frames his chiseled jaw. With that moody, yet mysterious, look in his eye that tells me he could fuck me seven ways to Sunday.
I need to get a grip, not imagine the murdering asshole in front of me touching me in any way.
Dammit.
2
FRANKIE
I tug on the chains connected to my handcuffs and lean back in my chair. There’s just the meticulous ticking of the clock to keep me company. Whatever Luca’s plan is to get me out of this questioning room needs to speed the fuck up.
The longer I’m in here, the more time Romano Capri has to retaliate. The police are right. I sliced his daughter Maria’s throat and had her dumped at his son’s place. You take one of mine, I take ten of yours. In fact, we’ve murdered all three of his kids.Although, I didn't bank on some of our new recruits missing some brain cells and leaving her body in plain sight.
I tap my handcuffs impatiently on the metal table in front of me. The cops were called out of the room thirteen minutes and twenty-three seconds ago. The fury in their eyes told me all I needed to know. They won’t be keeping me here much longer.
The commissioner wants Romano out of New York. Well, that means he has no choice but to let me free to rid the world of that bastard.
The door creaks open and a grin twitches on my lips. I twist my head around as soon as I hear the clicking of heels on the tiled floor. A woman. Interesting.
Her dark green eyes meet mine and I’m faced with a scowl. “Are the cuffs really necessary?” I hold up my hands.
She ignores me and storms past the table, her dainty fingers grabbing hold of the seat in front of me. I cross my ankle over my knee and study her. Her silky black hair sits just on her shoulders and her plump lips are shining under the lights. The power suit that tugs her in so perfectly at the waist that I can see the outline of her breasts. Without even witnessing it, her curves tell me she has a perfectly round ass.
“You murdered Maria Capri.” Her face remains stern. The woman has balls. She knows exactly who I am. The same as I know her. Miss Zara O’Reilly. Only daughter of commissioner George. Rose through the ranks of NYPD with an immaculate record, on her own accord. She’s a force of nature here according to her stats.
I shrug. I did the world a favor, and it got me one step closer to my end goal.
“Why?” she presses. Any other cop would have just come in here, set me free without so much as a word. But not this pretty little thing.
My elbows rest on the table as I lean forward. “Do you really think I’m stupid, Detective?” I drawl out the last word.
Her eyes form into slits.“To kill a woman, the only daughter of the biggest crime boss in Europe. Yes. I think you must be pretty dumb, Mr. Falcone.”
The way she says my last name has my cock twitching, imagining the way she would moan out “sir”. I shake my head to try and free myself of the image.
“I didn’t realize you were an expert on the mafia, Miss O’Reilly. Now, if you don’t mind, I am a busy man, as you well know.” I wink at her and hold up my wrists.
She pulls out a key from her pocket and leans over the table, just enough to give me a peek of the top of her full breasts hiding under her shirt. “Nice tattoos.” I barely hold back a grin.
