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Twenty-Nine
KERES
I’m surprised Ace doesn’t burst into flames with the furious heat I’m directing at him. The stubborn asshole still refuses to give me the name he got from Michaelson today, and being kept in the dark on my own fucking mission infuriates me more than I can say.
“I could help find him. I might recognize the name,” I try again.
He shrugs and continues flicking through channels on the TV while Romeo sits on the sofa beside him, cleaning his gun. Again. “You said you didn’t know any of the higher ups.”
I sigh and try a different tactic. “I deserve to know.”
He turns and gives me his full attention. “You deserve to know? Says the woman who drugged us, kidnapped our boss’s wife and unborn baby, and made us look like a pair of fucking clowns. Not to mention put Romeo’s and my life in jeopardy.” Jumping up from the sofa, he stalks across the room and towers over me. “You deserve nothing from me but a fucking bullet in your head.”
With that, he storms outside and slams the door behind him, which I’ve come to realize is his go-to response to everything. Romeo shakes his head like he’s disappointed in me, but I’m not the one who just stomped off like a toddler. “He’s so fucking touchy.”
That earns me a sadistic laugh. “You have any idea how much restraint he has to have around you, Fuck-up?”
“He’s really that desperate to kill me, huh?” I shrug, trying to feign casual disinterest even as it hurts me to say the words.
“Kill you or fuck you. Depends on his mood.” Romeo’s eyes twinkle with devious intent. “Either way, it takes a lot of effort for him to keep his hands from around your throat.” He goes back to cleaning his gun.
I feel as conflicted about Ace as he does about me. I crave his comfort and touch, and at the same time I hate myself for those cravings because of how vulnerable they make me feel. I’ve come this far on my own, why the hell am I allowing myself to be so affected by the opinions of two men I shouldn’t even care about?
They are the enemy.
I pull on my jacket and go outside to find Ace leaning against the wall, his hands stuffed in his pockets and his thick biceps straining the sleeves of his T-shirt. Objectively, he’s one of the finest specimens of a man I’ve ever seen in my life. And deep down, I know he’s not the enemy. I figure I’ve seen enough of how he and Romeo operate to know that they’ve never been involved in trafficking. Ace has every right to hate me for what I did to him and Romeo.
I stand beside him, and even though we’re not quite touching, I feel the heat from his body through my jacket. “Did you kill him?”
He grunts. “Who?”
“Mason Michaelson. Your hands were all cut up, and I saw the blood on your clothes.”
Tipping his head back, he stares up at the stars for a few seconds before he answers. “Yeah, I did.”
I know without asking that anyone who knew the name of Oscar Lang’s partner was neck-deep in the whole operation. “Thank you.”
A deep growl rumbles in his throat. “I didn’t do it for you.”
“I know, but thank you anyway.”
He doesn’t respond, so I carry on. “And for what it’s worth, I’m sorry for any trouble I’ve caused you and Romeo. I truly—”
He’s on me before I can finish the sentence, one of those huge hands around my throat as he pins me to the wall. Does he want to kill me or fuck me today? His free hand slides to my ass, pulling me closer, and his hard length presses against my stomach. My lips part on a gasp at the realization that I would let him take me right here, right now.
“No.” His abrupt tone makes me frown. “You don’t get to manipulate me with your fake apology.”
I want to tell him it isn’t fake, but my wounded pride won’t let me.
“You don’t get to use this fucking body against me, Keres.” He grinds his cock on me, and I press my lips together to stifle a moan. “Because it’s not going to work anymore. Yeah, I want you. I want you so much it fucking hurts. And fuck me, but I wish that I didn’t. I wish that my cock didn’t get hard every single time you sass me. I wish on everything fucking holy that I didn’t know what it felt like to be buried inside your hot cunt.” He presses his face closer, his warm breath dusting over my cheeks and making me shudder with anticipation. “And I sure as hell wish I’d never tasted you.”
“Ace.” His name falls from my mouth.
“But I lost control once, Keres, and it won’t fucking happen again.” He lets me go and walks back into the motel room, leaving me wet, needy, and panting for breath.
Fucking asshole.
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