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“You don’t seem like a talker.”
“Guess you bring out a different side of me.” He continued to smoke his cigar and looked out the window. “My men are loyal to me. I’m always surrounded by a sea of people. Women are in my bed constantly. But I can honestly tell you I don’t have a single friend. Well…except one. And he’d probably tell you otherwise.” He gave a quiet chuckle.
I wasn’t the least bit surprised. You couldn’t make friends in that line of work. “You’d better not be friend-zoning me right now…”
He broke into a quick laugh, his chest rumbling with the sound. “I could never be friends with a woman with an ass like yours.” He took a final puff of his cigar then smashed it in the crystal ashtray on the nightstand. “I should get going. Got a lot on the docket tonight.” He rose from the bed, six-foot-something, all man.
Why didn’t good men ever look like that? I lay back on the pillow, too comfortable to ever move.
He looked at me when I didn’t rise. “You can sleep here if you want.”
“I just might.”
He cracked a smile. “Have breakfast in the morning.”
“Ooh, that means no dishes.”
His eyes continued to look amused.
I propped my head on one arm then patted the empty bed beside me.
He stood there, his eyes flicking to the spot where I wanted him.
“One more…before you go.”
Instead of giving me that arrogant smile, he consumed me whole with that stare. His knees hit the bed, and then he was on top of me, his lips sealing over mine as his big hand grabbed my ass and gave it a squeeze. “Yes, sweetheart.”
8
BARTHOLOMEW
I got busy at work.
There was a little organization on the streets of Paris that was selling my premium shit at an even higher premium. I thought I’d killed the rats, but of course, there was another nest…and then another nest. Most of the big bosses in the business ignored the little guys selling a couple ounces a week.
But not me.
I was the one and only.
I also had a partnership with Hell. I had become the lead distributor of their acid, taking a small fee because I’d done it as a favor—to get Claire back. The relationship was ongoing and took up my time. Sometimes it required my attention outside of Paris, and I would be gone for days at a time.
But I hadn’t forgotten Laura.
She was always on my mind, and sometimes I could still feel her warm tits in my hand when I closed my eyes. I was always open for business, but she revved up my engine to critical levels that couldn’t be satisfied with a whore. Even if we hadn’t been monogamous, any other woman would be a knock-off of the real thing.
The second I returned to Paris, Bleu had news for me.
“We located the manufacturer. In the mountains in the south of Marrakech. They have a full enterprise there, a lab underground so the government can’t see it on satellite. I was able to connect with people aware of its existence, but no one who can get me a meeting.”
“At least it’s progress. Good luck, Bleu.” I took a seat on the throne. “How’s Benton?”
He gave a shrug. “Haven’t talked much.”
I saw his brother’s eyes whenever I looked at him. Steel blue. “You know how newlyweds can get.”
“I don’t think that’s what it is…”
I knew what it was.
