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Chapter6
Dante
Maximo is waiting to drive Lenny home as soon as I can find the little fuck. He wandered off in his morphine-induced haze while I was debriefing what happened tonight with Maximo. A routine pickup doesn’t usually end up in my second-in-command getting involved in a knife fight. With Lenny around, I suppose anything can happen. The guy finds trouble wherever he goes. Last month he made a move on someone’s wife and almost ended up thrown out of the window of a hotel room. From the twelfth floor. If he wasn’t my second cousin, I would have cut him loose a long time ago.
I can’t get that look on Kat’s face when she was fixing him up out of my head. She was smiling the whole time. He is a whiny little bitch when he’s hurt, but she calmed him right down. The way she spoke to him, it was like her voice completely changed. I’ve never seen anyone have that effect on someone before. She could have told him she was about to saw his cock off and I’m sure he’d have just nodded and smiled at her.
She must have been an incredible nurse, and it obviously still makes her happy. So, why the hell hasn’t she done it for two years?
The sound of hushed voices drifts out of the open kitchen doorway as I approach, and when I step inside, I see Kat standing beside the counter with her back to me. She’s wearing nothing but an oversized t-shirt, which leaves far too much of her beautiful pale skin on display for my liking, especially when Lenny is standing right next to her. He leans down and whispers something in her ear, and the rage that burns through my veins at the sight of them together is unexpected and vicious.
She leans back, trying to create a little distance, and that simple act fills me with relief. But Lenny is a charmer who’s used to getting almost any woman he wants. He places his hand on her back, sliding it down toward her ass, and she flinches like she’s been burned by a hot poker.
“Lenny!” I bark as I stride across the kitchen.
He spins on his heel and looks at me, a goofy smirk on his face. “Yes, Boss?”
“Keep your fucking hands off her.”
He blinks at me, full of confusion and still buzzed from the whiskey he had in my study and the morphine Kat gave him when she stitched him up earlier. “Boss?”
I’m standing directly in front of him now. Instinctively, my hand reaches for his throat, and I squeeze until he gasps for air. “I said,keep your fucking hands off her.”
His face pales as he stares at me, his pupils wide with fear as he realizes he has crossed a line. Because he knows I will make him pay.
I push him away from me. “Go wait outside with Maximo.”
He rubs at his raw throat and hurries out of the kitchen, leaving me alone with Kat. She looks up at me, traces of fear lingering in her deep blue eyes. “Thank you,” she whispers.
“I didn’t do that for you,” I lie because I’m not her fucking knight-in-shining-armor here. “My men are too busy to be distracted, and you, kitten, are a distraction.”
“I-I…” she stammers, her pretty pink lips open and begging to be wrapped around my cock.
“And if you wander around here half-naked, is it any wonder my men see you as an easy target?”
Fire flashes in her eyes. There she is. The wildcat. I don’t know why but pushing her buttons makes me hard as fucking iron. “I’m not half-naked!” she insists.
I arch an eyebrow at her, and we both assess her shirt. “No?”
“Well… but that doesn’t mean… I was about to go to bed. I needed something to eat. I didn’t realize anyone would be here.”
Her cheeks turn pink as she babbles at me, but my eyes are drawn down the length of her body. That t-shirt. It’s too big to belong to her. “Whose shirt is that?”
“Mine,” she whispers.
I take a deep breath, my nostrils flaring with suppressed rage. “Whose was it then?”
Her forehead creases into a frown. “An ex-boyfriend’s. I like it because it’s soft. Nothing to do with him.”
“So, you’re walking aroundmyhouse wearing another man’s clothes?” I’m aware that I sound crazy. I mean, she should be able to wear what she wants, right? So why does it make my blood boil to think of her wearing her ex-boyfriend’s clothes? Not just wearing them though, sleeping in them. Having it the only thing on her soft skin. The only thing between me and her right now as I edge closer.
“What? It’s just a t-shirt,” she protests.
“Take it off!” I command.
She tilts her head up, jaw set in rebellious defiance that makes my aching cock even more desperate to be inside her.
“No.”
