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“She got rid of me,” she cried.
It was the most anguished sound I’ve ever heard. It pierced my eardrums and shot through my body, laying waste to everything inside of me.
“What do you mean ‘she’ got rid of you? Who got rid you?”
I couldn’t stop the question from slipping out. As angry as I was, the thought of anyone treating Raven like garbage topped it tenfold.
“My…” Sobs shook her chest as tears ran in steady streams from her blue eyes. “My mother.”
I eyed her closely. The pain in her voice was so raw, but it was difficult to tell if it was real. Everything had been a lie with her so far.
“She wanted people to believe I was dead. She sent me away, and Vito told me they died, all of them. I had to become someone else or the people who killed them would kill me too. But then I saw her on the news,” she said, and then the whole story spilled out about the fire, about her Aunt Francesca’s house, and the morning after when she was picked up. Somehow, as she narrated everything, she went from being pinned against the sink to walking back and forth across the room, arms gesticulating wildly.
I listened as she told me about her new identity, her life in California, and what she did after finding out her family was alive.
“I was just so angry.” She spun back around to face me. “I wanted to prove to them I wasn’t useless. I couldn’t be useless if I was able to do what they never could.”
With my back against the sink, I stared at the wide blue sky of her eyes and realized with crystal clear certainty that I believed her.
I ate up her whole act, every single crumb of it. Even though the truth was staring at me right in the face. I even understood why she came for me. Even still, how do you call yourself a dumbass nicely?
“That’s where I came in, right? My family?” I cracked my neck to the side.
She nodded. “But it wasn’t supposed to be you... I’d read about you and...” She pressed her lips together.
The smallest smirk tilted my mouth upward, gone as quickly as it had come.
“So, when I met you that night, it wasn’t me you were after?” I asked quietly.
She suddenly looked guilty as she bit her lower lip, pursing it to the side.
If I hadn’t been her original target, then it wasn’t all lies.
I thought of the way her nimble fingers filled the spaces between my hands so perfectly. I thought of the way her ebony hair lay flat on her back when I fucked her from behind. In my head, I listed all the sex facts I knew now like a roll call.
Raven was real, at least some part of her was. It certainly explained why nothing happened with those warehouses I set up as traps.
“I had no idea what you were talking about when you told me about those shipments,” she confessed with a small laugh that was more like the Raven I’d come to know.
The air around us no longer snapped with anger. Instead it was sparking up like the electricity in a storm before a lightning strike.
I needed to kiss her, taste her,inhaleher.
For the first time, there were no secrets between us. Nothing but the thin fabric of our clothes. There had never been so little between me and another person. I felt exposed, like a wound still raw.
I slammed my lips against hers, soft and sinful. My teeth nibbled into her lower lip, tasting a single rivulet of blood as I drew away.
“Take off your clothes,” I said, needing it more than ever before in my life.
“Here?” She eyed the bathroom door.
“Now.”
I was harder than I’d ever been, throbbing so painfully, desire twisted like pain in my gut.
Her fingers trembled as she unknotted the tie at the back of her neck, but the heat in her eyes flared so bright it turned them into molten blue pools. When her dress fell to the floor and she slipped off her lacy bra and panties, I took the only three seconds my pulsing cock could stand to look at her and take in every real, untainted, honest inch of her.
One, thin strands of her dark hair veiled her pink nipples.
