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We take the elevator to the conference room, where our team waits for us. We discuss Sergio, the mafia heir who escaped. He’s the smartest of the pack and definitely had help. Still, I have to kill him and his help. And then we have the other two fuckers to deal with, Aurora and Cam’s father, Silas, who killed their mother and Kieran’s father and sold Aurora, and Delaney. On top of that, we can’t find anything on our most recent candidate, Hayden Carrera, a stock broker and real estate mogul. Something about him has my instincts shouting there is more to him, and we will find out what he’s hiding.
Kieran salutes us, telling us he’s off to his honeymoon.
The day flies by as I gather more intel on Sergio, and the others take care of the final piece of the puzzle. My best friends will have their revenge on Silas, and then Cameron will have an opening to become the youngest senator in the country.
I step inside my car and call my cousin. “You’re going on the hunt.”
“Okay, boss.”
When I hang up, I drive back home. The lights are off and I pour myself a glass of whiskey, plopping down in my armchair. I have to think of her protection. I should go with Marco and make sure no one will retaliate, but then again, I have as many enemies in the open as hidden.
I place the empty glass on the table and drag my feet upstairs. Chiara just moved in, but her sweet smell lingers everywhere.
In the bedroom, I find her curled up on her side, her back to me. I take the gun from my holster and make sure it’s unloaded, sliding the safety lock on before I place the gun on the armchair along with the detachable box magazine in my suit jacket. I’ve never had a woman stay the night with me, but I doubt any of them had murderous thoughts. Not like my little spitfire.
And I want to trust her, I need to because, if not, I lose anyway . . . I don’t even want to think about that.
I unbutton my dress shirt and watch her, her body lifting slightly with every intake and expel of air. I remain in my boxers, stride to the bed, and when I get in, her back stiffens. So, she’s not asleep.What are you going to do?My tiredness is replaced with excitement. This woman, I swear. A grin spreads on my lips, suddenly feeling giddy. I lock my arms under my head, pretending to fall asleep. I count the minutes. By the time I reach four, my wife has lost her patience, and I stifle my amusement. She switches to my side, probably making sure I’m asleep.
Fuck, I am already hard.
I force my eyes to remain closed. Her moves are light as she slides out of bed. I am sure had I been asleep, I wouldn’t have sensed her. I feel her intense gaze burning my skin.
Don’t do anything stupid, cara.She straddles my lap, and I think maybe she just wants me. Cold metal grazes my forehead.
“Do it.” My eyes snap open and hers widen. The muzzle digs deeper into my skin.
“You never hesitate when you want to kill someone.”
She gulps. For someone who wants to commit murder, she sure has no idea what the consequences will be. Your soul will be defiled, and nothing will wash that away, or the images of your victims lying in the blood you took from them.
Her hand doesn’t shake, but her finger on the trigger does.
“I bet you regret not believing me.” She plans to kill me with my favorite gun, my Glock 17. Now, that’s sort of ironic. I chuckle, and her eyes burn even brighter. Still, I relax. It’s almost cathartic, watching her torn between desire and anger. It would be so easy to stop her and tell her the gun is not even loaded.
“Why are you smiling?”
“Cara, you don’t start a conversation with the people you want to murder.”
She snorts. “You would know.”
“I torture them before I kill them, too. Those are my favorite kills.”
I should stop antagonizing her, but I need to see if she would actually pull the trigger. She pales, but her hand stays steady on the gun, gaze turning a redden hue.
“You’re a monster.”
“Still, you won’t kill me.” At least I hope not. My heart is a weak motherfucker when it comes to her. Her eyes tell me it’s unwise to taunt the person holding a gun.
“Don’t test me.” She grits her teeth, and this time, she digs the weapon further into my forehead.
“Let’s go through this plan of yours.” I have no fucking clue why I indulge her. I guess we’re both tiptoeing in the dark.
“Why the fuck are you so calm when I’m about to kill you?” She huffs, genuinely indignant, but telling her the truth would take away the fun, and I want to see if she’d shoot me, if given the chance. This is a test we both need to know the result of.
My cock lets her pussy know he’s very fond of her being a badass. Her eyes widen, and her mouth opens.
“Are you freaking hard right now? God, you’re crazy,” she says, while grinding her pussy over my cock.
