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I will not let my past ruin my future.
Confident-Demi Lovato
Mind made up, I quickly dress in the shorts and tank, panty and braless because I have no other choice. Before I have any time to question this decision, I grab the water guns and run full speed to the bedroom door, ignoring every mirror on the way.
Pressing my ear against the door, I listen for any sounds that may alert me as to where Maddox is. Of course, it’s silent. These are murdering gangsters. Maddox is an assassin for fucks sake.
A shiver rolls through me at the thought. These men arepowerful and dangerous.I shouldn’t like that so much.
Tucking one of the large weapons under my arm, I hold onto the other with my dominant hand, finger on the trigger. I open my door, turning the handle as quietly as possible before tiptoeing out into the hallway. I pause again, listening for any sounds to alert me as to his location. Nothing.
I take another step, and then another, down the short hallway, heading towards the great room. The big gun tucked under my arm slips a fraction and I jump to adjust my hold on it before it clatters to the ground.
This just won’t work. How am I supposed to run while holding two big, heavy Super Soakers? I can’t tuck one into my clothing, I’m practically fucking naked.
I don’t want to risk putting one down and having him take it from me and I might need a backup weapon. I need something to secure the gun to me. I can do this.
Task one: Locate holster. Secure weapons.
Mission in mind, I tighten my hold on my second gun and flatten my back to the wall as I creep down the hall and enter the living room. The space is completely open with few spots to hide. If I quickly make a left, I’ll be in the dining room/kitchen. The room is still silent and suddenly, I realize that while the big open space works against me, the acoustics of the vaulted ceilings will help me. I’ll have a better shot at hearing him or one of the other men before they hear me.
My size is finally working in my favor.
Deciding the kitchen is the best place to find a makeshift holster, I steady myself against the wall before quickly darting my head around the corner. Gage is sitting at the dining table with his back to me, a cup of coffee in one hand and the paper in the other. Why does this man insist on reading the fucking paper? Get your news from Facebook like the rest of the world! Shaking my head, I look around the room, noting that Gage is alone and he doesn’t seem to be armed.
Taking a silent, deep inhale, I dash into the room, keeping to the walls and on my toes. I’m pretty fucking proud of myself. You can’t even hear me breathing right now. Gage shows no signs that he’s aware of my presence as I move behind him becoming one with the wall. I reach the first row of cabinets just as he turns the page in the paper. He hasn’t even looked my way.
That doesn’t bode well for his gangster abilities.
“He’s upstairs,” Gage murmurs, making me jump. My face contorts into an angry scowl as I glare at him. There is no fucking way he heard me. Gage finally peeks up at me, a lopsided grin on his face as he gestures to his phone sitting next to the paper and quietly says, “Cameras, baby. Otherwise, I wouldn’t have even heard you. You are surprisingly quiet.”
His eyes narrow on my face for a moment before they glide down my body, taking in my scantily covered self. I cringe internally, preparing myself for the disgust, the revulsion, that usually follows people seeing my scars. The shirt is a spaghetti-strapped crop top. One the guys bought for me that I would never be caught dead wearing of my own accord. But it’s soft and comfortable so I embraced the outfit in private.
Not in privacy anymore.
When Gage’s slow perusal finally makes its way back up to my face, his eyes are onfire. His heated stare burns through me and I’m immediately hot all over. He’s not disgusted at all. He’s turned on. Really turned on.
He stands up, abandoning his morning activities as he prowls toward me. He’s wearing dark gray sweats and a tight white t-shirt that shows off his huge biceps. His casual clothing is just as fucking hot as when he wears a suit. My eyes dance over his body, locking on his hard cock that the sweats do nothing to hide. My eyes widen and my mouth waters as the thoughts I had this morning come racing back to me.
I want that in my mouth.
“Keep looking at me like that and you won’t be finishing this little game with my brother, Cariño,” he whispers as he reaches me. He steps right up in front of my body, pressing himself against me. “I miss you, baby. I miss your body, your mouth, your laugh. Spend time with me today.” Gage grinds his rock solid dick into my belly and I fight the urge to moan as I melt into him.
His hands slide up my body, tracing over the thin shorts and tank. He drags the material up with his thumbs before pausing at my ribs. His huge hands dwarf my body as they spread out across my midsection. His hands could practically touch each other, he’s so much bigger than me. His warm skin against mine makes my body shiver, He drops his head down to the crook of my neck and inhales deeply before letting out a soft groan. The sound goes straight to my pussy.
“I miss you, too,” I whisper, completely distracted by his closeness.
But then, I feel it.
As Gage kisses my neck, sucking in a way that has me forgetting everything else, his hand slides out from beneath my tank and slowly makes its way toward my second gun. Right before he reaches it, all of my senses come crashing back into me.
Oh my god! I almost just let this man disarm me!
I turn my head in a move so quick he doesn’t even see it coming, and bite down on his pec, hard.
“What the fuck!” he bellows, reaching his hand up to rub the sore flesh. I use the opening to dart out of his hold and run around to the other side of the island, raising my weapon as I go.
“You asshole!” I hiss. Gage spins around, still rubbing his wound. I roll my eyes.Big freakin baby.
