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Melissa slides down beneath me, her head on her pillow as if I might ever settle for missionary with someone as spectacular as her.
But if she’s only been with guys like Lance, I’m not sure she’s ready for everything I would like to do to her.
I don’t care that my phone keeps ringing. I don’t care that I don’t know her last name when she definitely seems like the last name type of woman. She’s the date in the daylight sort. I can tell by the longing in her eyes as she looks up at me that she’s the five dates before sex kind of girl.
I don’t play that game.
“Giovanni, you kiss like…”
“Like who?” I growl, nibbling on her lower lip to let her know that this isn’t going to be like any encounter she’s ever had.
“Like a dream,” she confesses before she kisses me again.
And just like that, she’s calling the shots. If she wants to wait until the tenth date, I’ll keep my cock tucked away if she so wills it. I’ll buy flowers and do the romance thing. I’ll learn that whole fucking language for her, Shakespeare and all, if it means she’ll look at me like she’s doing now.
I’m her dream.
I’m usually the nightmare in the story.
My hand curves under her hip, tilting her so she arches her back for me. “Am I a good dream?”
She slows our kiss, then pecks my nose. She waits until my eyes open before she whispers, “I don’t know. Are you good?”
My mouth opens, but my throat suddenly goes dry.
I know the answer to that question. I don’t think anyone whose hands are as bloody as mine can risk the bad karma with a lie, claiming to be good with a straight face.
When I hear the heavy tread of one of my guys, I sit back on my hind quarters, examining the steps that led me to kiss a woman after breaking her window.
Melissa shouldn’t have this kind of power over me. Aside from the seduction and kissing, that innocence beaming off her is making me question my life’s choices. Who does she think she is?
Better yet, who do I thinkIam?
I am not good; that’s for certain.
Benny pokes his head into the bedroom. “Boss, you need to see this.”
I grumble under my breath and leave without looking over my shoulder at Melissa. I know who I am, and it’s not someone who kisses a woman like that. I’m not a man who has the time or patience to care about the perfect kiss, the perfect woman.
I stalk out the front door, but part of me feels the tug of Melissa’s absence.
A good man would go back to her.
But I am not good.
4
Benny’s voice is low as he leads the way into Greg Bender’s unit. The standard smashed front window announced our presence, but it’s the grown man cowering in the corner that really seals this as our operation. Greg is shaking and bleeding from the mouth and nose, but that’s hardly enough to drive the message home.
“This is what you wanted me to see?” I ask Benny, wondering why he thinks I might need to approve grunt work when I graduated from that rung of duty before I graduated from high school.
Benny motions to the hallway. “Not that. I’ll handle him. There’s a camera, Boss.”
My nose crinkles. “If I gave a fuck who saw us, I wouldn’t insist on a broken front window.”
“The camera’s not for us.” Benny jerks his chin to the back bedroom.
I walk slowly through the unit. This layout is similar to Melissa’s. Paul is in the bedroom, his hand over his mouth as he stares at a screen, his gun forgotten at his side.
