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“I’d never fucking hurt you, sweetness.”
“Not intentionally, but you’ll go. You’ll take your fill, and you’ll go.”
I don’t answer because I don’t know how. Instead, I stroke my hand over her cheek, kiss it, and then I get to my feet. “I won’t hurt you, Mia. I’ll see you in the morning. And sweetness?”
“Yes?”
“Thanks for dinner. Best ever.”
“Go away, Christian,” she says with a ghost of a smile.
This time, I go downstairs, kick off my shoes, and sleep on the sofa.
* * *
Sleep is not my friend. Every single noise wakes me when I do manage it, and by the time morning comes, I’m fucking exhausted.
I’m on my fourth cup of coffee when Mia comes down, dressed in black pants, a black top, and her hair pinned back. She eyes me as I pour her a cup and hold it out.
“You look like hell, Christian.”
The moment she says it, her cheeks stain red, and I know she’s thinking of the unfinished business between us.
“Restless night.”
She sips her coffee. “Well, I’m ready to go into the club when you are.”
“I’d love to think you’ve come around to my way of thinking.”
“No.” She narrows her eyes, wrapping her hands around the mug. “You did something to my car.”
“That works too. We don’t need to go in so early.”
“I do.”
“Not without breakfast.”
Now Mia looks at me with dislike. It’s kind of hot. “I’m not hungry.”
“Fine by me. Then we stay in.”
I set down my mug and grab the weird breakfast grain bowl she has. It looks healthy. I dump that on the table along with the milk.
She mutters something but sits and sets about eating when my phone buzzes.
Diego doesn’t bother with any formalities. “Got some information on Frank, boss. We know who he works for.”
I grip the phone tight. “Who?”
“It’s a small operation. Two-bit. The Riva gang. They’re into hooking anyone they can on drugs by cutting them. They don’t really come near any of our territories, or anything to do with the MC club.”
“Go on,” I say.”
“But, see, about a couple of months before Frank got hired, they made a backdoor alliance. Took some uncovering, but they’re working for someone Leo knows.”
I run through names in my head. “Who?”
“Russo.”
