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“Alex.” Matteo showed up to our right. “Do you have a minute?”
Alex nodded, pushed me forward, and stood. “I trust you’ll take care of her?” he said to Floyd and Cherry, who both nodded.
Then he lifted me onto the bar stool, kissed me on the lips and, while grinning, whispered, “If you move an inch, I’ll show you just how I like to use my hemp ropes.”
I sucked in air while he pressed his open lips against mine. Our eyes locked, and neither of us moved. He lingered a little bit longer but didn’t push his tongue into my mouth. Instead, he just breathed with me while staring into my eyes.
Gauging my reaction?
Making sure I followed his command?
Or just enjoying driving me out of my damn mind.
CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
Ileft Fee behind, ignoring every fiber in my body screaming at me to throw her over my shoulder, carry her into my office, and ravage her.
“I don’t know anymore.”
Her whispered confession in the car came back to me. She didn’t know her sexual preferences anymore because she didn’t know what would trigger her and what would be okay.
Fuck me.
It was both disturbing and strangely delightful. The first day I got to know her, I got the impression of a tough, sassy young woman. And now, with the added layer of vulnerability that had my protective instincts on high alert—it was like pouring rocket fuel on glowing embers.
“What is it?” I barked at Matteo, while we walked through a door into the back. I was annoyed to leave her, annoyed with doing my job instead of holding her, breathing her in, or verbally sparring with her.
I needed to get a grip—and fast.
“We got a delivery.”
“And?”
“It’s a head.”
That stopped me cold in my tracks. “A head…like a horse head?”
Matteo shook his head, then opened a door and waited until I stepped into the room near the back entrance.
“It arrived via courier half an hour ago.”
I narrowed my brows as my eyes fell on the black box sitting on a table.
“A card?”
Matteo shook his head.
“So? Whose head is it?”
He stepped closer to the box, and I followed. Then he opened the lid.
“Mario.”
“Mario?” I looked inside.
Mario’s lifeless eyes stared back at me while his severed head lay in a bed of blood-soaked fabric.
Matteo put the lid back on.
