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"Occupational hazard."
"No shit." She smirks up at me, but her smile drops away when she sees my gaze wander back to the drawing on the fridge. I can see her visibly tense, and I dislike how uneasy she is—just another reason not to bring up the child who so obviously lives here. Before I can feign disinterest, she clears her throat. "My young niece is here. Visiting. I'd appreciate it if you could keep your voice down to not wake her up."
I know for a fact it's no niece. It's the child my contact told me of. Still, I nod. It's understandable that she wouldn't want to place her daughter in danger, and here I am, a mafioso standing in her cramped kitchen with blood on my fists.
Despite our recent bonding and the fact that I was buried to the hilt in her earlier, basking in the sounds of her pleasure, Loren has the right to withhold whatever information she wants from me.
Even if I don't like it.
"There," she mutters as she finishes cleaning up my fists.
There are a few gauzy bandages over the broken skin on my hands, and she checks to ensure the cut on my jaw isn't bleeding any more. Her proximity makes my cock react, and I instinctively wrap an arm around her to pull her against me, enjoying the way her face pinkens.
"Feel something you like?" I murmur.
Loren smiles at my words and tries to extract herself, but I keep a firm hold of her to press a kiss to her soft lips, teasing them apart to brush my tongue against hers. God, she's so sweet and smooth all over. Something about her reminds me of sunlight.
She pulls back with another furtive glance over her shoulder and then hisses, "Get out beforebothyour cars get broken into."
I ignore that and nod at the photo albums on her counter. "I want to see those sometime."
"My old pictures?" She makes a face. "I think not."
"Why not?"
"Because our littletête-à-têteearlier tonight was another one-time thing. That was it. I told you, it's not a gateway to anything else. Obviously."
She gestures between us as if to emphasize a point. Because she, like me, knows that we don't make sense. A secretive hacker turning over a new leaf, with a mafioso who never intends to turn over a new leaf for the rest of his miserable, cold life?
I should leave her be, at least for tonight. I was too caught up earlier in how it felt to finally feel like I could breathe fully again in her presence, in how holding her close allowed me to take down the walls I always keep up around others.
But Loren is right.Obviously.
I move for the door and then pause. "Youaremoving out of here. As soon as possible."
"I told you to let it go, Domenic Caputo."
I fix Loren with a look. "Too bad for you, I don't take orders. Begin packing your and your niece's things within the next week. Good night."
And then I leave before she can try to argue pointlessly.
Chapter 13
Loren
I'm distracted at work. It's not the first time it's happened over the last couple of days since the night I patched up Domenic Caputo in my kitchen while praying he didn't ask questions about the cacophony of signs in my apartment pointing to a child living there.
We spent two days thinking back on our little stress reliever after our dinner date. His hands on my skin. His mouth on my pussy. And God, his voice—I feel like I'm thinking about his dirty mouth every second of the day, which is just a terrible idea because he occasionally stops in the security room, and I hear hisactualvoice, and it's somehow always better than I remember it.
The man is a force of fucking nature.
It's not fair that I need to keep resisting my attraction to Domenic, but I do. There's just too much between us—he's a mafioso, a dangerous man who owns the casino I once hated with a flaming passion, and now he's the father of my baby, and he can never know about it. We're polar opposites. Not to mention, he's actively trying to hunt down the group of hackers I used to run with.
God, if he found out…
But I won't let him discover I was part of the Wild Seven. I'll figure out how to track them down and hand them to the Caputo heir on a silver platter. They're certainly a group to be reckoned with, but surely he can take care of them, and then I won't have to worry that my Caputo watchdogs will vanish and I'll be held at gunpoint once again.
And if we do manage to stop the hackers converging in Vegas and get rid of the Wild Seven…well, then maybe I could tell him about Evelyn.
