Page 93 of Dangerous Games

I turn my head to the side so I’m facing Gio. This might be the drugs talking, but he looks scared that I actually might leave him.

What a silly man.

I could never.

“Will you believe me if I tell you I find it incredibly fucking sexy that you killed my dad for me?” I ask. A small smile spreads across my face as I watch his eyes go alert as they search my face for any signs of me not telling the truth. I move my hand to cover his in reassurance. “I don’t want anyone else. I want the man who will stop at nothing to make sure I breathe easy. I just want you.”

Gio sharply inhales as he brings his other hand to my face. His thumb lightly caressing it. “I’ll live the rest of my life making sure you never regret me.” He leans in and kisses me gently.

He meant it to be closed mouth but I’m over him treating me like I’m two seconds away from cracking. If anything hurts, the drugs will fix it.

I open my mouth and touch my tongue to his lips, applying enough pressure until he lets me inside. He doesn’t fight me for dominance. This kiss isn’t about that. It’s about us sealing our fate.

Someone coughs in the room, making Gio and I break apart.

“Looks like I’m interrupting something,” a man I’ve never seen before but I would recognize his voice from anywhere says with a small smirk on his lips.

“Wiz?” I ask in shock.

Aldo must have given me some damn good drugs if I’m seeing Wiz standing in front of me.

Does morphine make you hallucinate?

“In the flesh.” Wiz tucks his hands into his pockets as he raises his shoulders. “I wanted to stop by and see how you’re doing and if you needed anything.”

I’m staring at him like an idiot.

I never thought I would meet him in person.

“How did you know something happened to me?” I ask, completely dumbfounded. “How did you know where to find me?”

Wiz shifts on his feet, looking slightly uncomfortable. “I’m friends with your man.”

My eyes slide to Gio, who doesn’t look ashamed in the slightest for not telling me he knew who Wiz was.

“Don’t look at me like that,” Gio says to me. “I was going to tell you when I felt like the time was right.”

I roll my eyes. “You mean after you threw your dick around and asserted your dominance.”

“Yeah,” Gio says, as if it’s the most obvious thing in the world.

“I’m sorry, Wiz.” I sigh.

“It ain’t no thing,” Wiz tells me, waving a hand.

“He’s a member of the Dirty Devils MC, cara. He knows the score,” Gio adds.

Oh shit.

I’ve been gaming with a man for years who is in a motorcycle club, and I never knew?

That’s honestly fucking insane.

I laugh in disbelief. It’s almost like all of this was meant to be.

“They got you on the good drugs, huh?” Wiz smiles.

“Uh huh,” I answer once I settle down.