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“Why don’t you just tell me what you do want, Agent Takahashi.”
“Fine. I want to put Dino De Luca in a fucking hole and throw away the key. And I could use your help.”
I snicker. “You think I’m going to rat?”
“The man put a price on your head, Max. Are you really worried about being a rat? I just want any information you might have that would help us.”
I’ve watched this game play out with other guys. The FBI are some sneaky fucks. They wait until you’re on the ropes and waltz in ready to be your best friend. They are, too, up until you give them what they want. Then they throw you back to the wolves. I’m not dumb enough to think Special Agent Takahashi in any way gives a shit about me.
“Alright, alright,” I sigh. “Since you’ve got me pegged as still in New York, can you come meet me?”
“Absolutely!” he says eagerly. “Where are you?”
Gotcha, motherfucker. I hang up instantly. I glance at the length of the call and grin. Good. It’s only been a minute. Too quick to trace and triangulate my location.
“Prick,” I mutter. I sink back into the ratty old sofa and groan. I glance at the door to Tessa’s room. Instantly, my mood improves, and my cock starts to grow again.
Something tells me, this girl is a lot more trouble than I was expecting. Something else tells me, I don’t care.
6
Tessa
Oh my God,what was that? I’m sitting motionless on the edge of the bed. My pulse is racing, and my eyes are fixed on my twisting fingers. I know I’m locked in a room in some sort of creepy old building. I’m being held by a clearly dangerous and deranged man against my will.
But that man just kissed me, and that was very much not against my will. That kiss is all I can think about now. I’m ignoring the locked door and the barred windows. My lips can still feel the bruise of his. My tongue can still taste his mouth. My body is still quivering and trembling, and the heat in my core won’t be going away anytime soon.
It’s not just that he’s “rough and dangerous,” either. I know that’s a thing women fixate on in a fantasy man. But I’ve been around rough and dangerous men my whole life. With my dad being who he is, his thugs and mob soldiers have been all over our house and in our lives almost constantly. My mother at least held them off by laying down some laws. But after she passed, our huge house in New Jersey was almost an office building for mob-types.
And yet I never once had a single attraction to any of those men. My father’s army of criminals always seemed scummy and gross to me. Whatever just happened with my kidnapper, it isn’t because he’s my first “bad boy.” It’s that he’s like no man I’ve ever known.
Max. His name is Max. I whisper the name across my lips, and it makes me shiver. It fits him, too. Brief, masculine, with a little roughness to it. My mind wanders back to his haunting dark eyes and lined jaw with the sexy scruff on it. His dark hair and broad shoulders. I remember the way he just picked me up over his shoulder and carried me. I could feel his muscles flexing against me, and I remember blushing at the feeling. I also remember feeling my dress pull up over my ass, and I wonder if his hungry eyes got a peek of something no man ever has before.
But then he took what no other man ever has before. Max, my dark and mysteriously sexy kidnapper, just stole my very first kiss. I should not be as okay with it as I am. I shouldn’t be okay with it all, as a matter of fact. But instead, I’m sitting here grinning. Something must be terribly wrong with me.
The door rattles, and I jump a little. It unlocks and swings in. The man I’ve been daydreaming about himself comes striding in like a dark storm. I worry my lip, and I can feel my cheeks redden. He smirks at me, and I wonder just how obvious my thoughts are on my face.
“Come on.”
I frown. “Excuse me?”
“We have a phone call to make,” Max says plainly. His face is neutral.
“What phone call?”
His lips curl. “We’re going to call daddy and get things out in the open about what’s going on.”
“You mean about you kidnapping me off the street?”
“Yep,” Max grunts. “Basically that.”
“And your ransom, I assume?”
He shrugs. “That too. Now come on.”
I frown at him. “I’m sorry, would you like to apologize first?”
He glances back at me and grins. “For?”
