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“I don’t want to die. Can you get the money? Please, Ax. I don’t want to die.” He trembled on the bed, wiping his face.
Fuck, he looked pathetic and weak, reminding me of when he was a kid. Where had I gone wrong? I’d done the best I could raising him. I tried to provide a clean, safe home. We always had food in the cupboards and electricity. He didn’t want for anything, unlike when our mom was around. But it was clearly not enough. I’d failed Conrad.
“I don’t know. Maybe. But first, we need to get out of Atlantic City. I need to hide you somewhere they won’t find you.”
“Where we goin’?”
I tossed his question around in my head, putting my hands on my hips and exhaling a labored breath. Shit, I didn’t want to do this.
Simone’s beautiful face flashed behind my eyes. I didn’t want to drop back into her life after the way I’d behaved the last time I saw her. Entering her loft unannounced and kissing the fuck out of her. I never thought I’d see her again, so I’d taken what I wanted. I’d only needed one taste, just one to last me the rest of my life.
Fuck. Fuck!
“Ax?”
“Southern California.”
My innards twisted as I stared at the spot where I had kissed Simone last November. Her scent seeped into my pores while her electric energy zapped the hairs on my arms and neck. I could still taste the cucumber on her tongue and feel her soft lips against mine. It had been hell not seeing her, but I was doing okay, accepting she could never be mine and forcing myself to not think of her.
Of course, I couldn’t control my dreams. The mind was a powerful vessel of hopes and desires. Mine took me to dark, wicked places with Simone. When I was asleep, the things I did to her were messed up. I’d never tied a woman up before. Or spanked her. I would wake up with a raging hard-on and my hands tingling after dominating Simone in my dreams. I wanted her more than breathing. Jerking off in the shower had been the worst kind of agony. My hand would never come close to being buried deep inside her and fucking her senseless.
Now I was back on the same coast as her, in the same town. Breathing the same goddamned air as her.
I’d only planned to come back for a short stint, just long enough to get Conrad out of this mess with the Morosov family. I still couldn’t believe my idiot brother was mixed in with the Russian Mafia. When I’d learned who was after him, I had to get the money. These assholes didn’t mess around. I just hoped they didn’t find where I stashed Conrad.
My gaze traveled around Simone’s posh loft. I had the place memorized after installing cameras in it last summer. I was confident it was secure, but I couldn’t let her come back alone, not after some asshole had been stalking her while I was gone. He could have taken her. Fuck, he could have hurt her in unimaginable ways…
Those pictures of her in the dressing room made me insane. Murderous. Some were of her only in a thong with her ample breasts on full display. Seeing her on a cell phone sure as fuck wasn’t the way I wanted to see her gorgeous body for the first time. From pictures a goddamn pervert had taken.
I fisted my hands, itching to beat the shit out of whoever had been watchingmygirl.
My phone buzzed with an incoming call. I tensed even more than before. Shit.
Conrad.
“Yeah? You doing all right?”
Conrad huffed into the phone. “I guess. When are you coming back? You said you’d be here in time for dinner. I’m starving.”
I pulled my phone away from my ear to check the time: 7:43 p.m. “Sorry. Something came up. There’s food in the kitchenette.”
“Cup of Noodles, chips, and cookies. That shit is like a snack. I want a double cheeseburger and onion rings. And a chocolate shake.”
“You sound like a kid.” Conrad forever seemed like a teenager. Our mother’s murder seemed to have stunted his emotional growth and maturity.
“Shut up. I’m just bored and hungry. When are you coming back?”
“I’m dealing with a situation at work. I’ll be there when I can.”
“But it’s Saturday. You work on the weekends too? Man, that sucks.”
I gripped the phone tighter in my hand, my left eye twitching. “Conrad, I work whenever they need me. I don’t have a nine-to-five job. I told you this.”
He grumbled under his breath. I was sure I heardasshole. “But you’re coming back, right?”
“Yes.”
“Tonight?”
