Page 28 of Dishonored

She had gotten what she needed and wanted from Caesar—she found her way in, and how to blackmail him to get closer to her goal, but that was all it could be. She certainly didn’t have a need for anything else.

Except another fuck, maybe.

Aria ignored her inner voice, and Mario helped when he spoke up suddenly.

“Nico’s said he moved over a block—traffic was getting thick, and he couldn’t get down here to us quickly enough.”

“All right.”

Mario jerked his head right, adding, “This alley. It’ll give us a shortcut.”

Aria silently thanked Nico because he really was just as good at this game as any of them. Oh, sure, Nico moved the vehicle waiting for her, but not because Mario told him to, but because she had told him to.

They were halfway down the shadowed alley with the exit on the other side—and Nico’s car waiting at the mouth of the far end with only the passenger door open—in view when a familiar voice echoed from behind them.

“Care to have a chat?”

Oh, God.

In her four-inch rockstud heels, she shuddered.

It was almost as though all over again, she could feel Caesar next to her on that couch, and despite it being daylight, and in full public view, his tone didn’t change. It still sounded the exact same—whether he was approaching the enemy, or stuffing his fingers into her cunt where anyone could see. His voice didn’t change.

“Keep walking,” Mario ordered.

“Aw, no time for us today, Aria De Rose?”

Good.

He had done his research, and he knew her name. Of course, he couldn’t possibly know she was also the Carina that had approached him at the club, but still, he had sought her out because he likely thought she was a direct link to the top.

He was right.

She kept moving as Mario had told her to, but chanced a quick peek over her shoulder to see Mario turning to face the oncoming men. That was his job, after all, and it would be far better for him to face whatever might come at him from these men than what her husband would do to him should Raffe find out he left Aria unprotected in some way.

“Crawl back into the hole you came from, Accardo,” Mario said.

“Sorry, man, no can do.”

“You heard—”

“We want a chat with your boss,” Caesar said, and then whistled low. “But damn, I would replace that option for a bite out of that woman’s ass any fucking day.”

Aria tensed as heat shot through her body. She could practically feel his eyes burning into her ass with the intensity of his stare.

Good God.

The man was lewd.

Crass.

Unashamed.

Terrible, really.

And he turned her on like nothing else.

Aria knew what would happen next—any slight against her, or a suggestion of something improper, and Mario needed to correct the man who did it. Not only was that the Camorra way, but it was also Raffe’s way.