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Remembering this, I pull back from hitting her and watch as deep red blood drips through the gaps in her fingers. Her broken hands drop from her face. She’s unconscious. I spit on her, then handcuff her to a water pipe.
What a mess.
I check her pulse. Still alive.
Coño, there’s blood on my pants. Still angry, I pull out my phone. I’d hoped to get rid of this woman tonight, but now… look at her.
I text Walid to let him know his “merchandise” has been found and that it will be shipped to his buyer in a week.
The text comes back. “Two days.”
I sigh and stare at the blood-stained woman. “I hope you’re a quick healer.”
Blood trickles from her silent mouth. It would’ve been so much easier if she hadn’t fought.
13
SEAN
It’s full dark when I pull up to the street corner where I’m to meet Dee. I put my car in park and watch as the traffic light at the corner turns green.
Dee’s nowhere in sight. Don’t know her that well, but she’s not been late before. Plus, she knows the importance of this. After I phoned her about Geraldo’s coordinates, we changed plans. We’re no longer asking around for information on Rosa. We’re going to check the location out.
I scan the area again. A long-legged woman in black—cargos, army boots, bomber jacket, and knit hat—straightens from a lean against the traffic post. She’s hot enough to make me do a double and triple take.
Wait one holy minute. No.
She walks forward. Oh. Good. Lord. Itis. The richness of her skin, the sway of those hips, the length of those legs, long enough to wrap… Sister Dee.
Fine then, the Devil wins. If I’m to resist her, I’d rather choose Hell.
She walks around the car, knocks on my window.
Swallowing my very inappropriate declaration—and my tongue—I lower the window. She leans in, bringing all that lushness along with the scent of rose water.
Honey-brown eyes twinkle with her smile. Those eyes. A man could get lost in them.
“A lime-green Cadillac… such a lovely car color.”
Grinning like an idiot, I nod because the thing in my throat that’s supposed to operate airflow so I can utter words has blocked up completely.
She gestures at the car. “Can I come inside?”
Fuck. The door, mate.
Mouth still seeking air, I hit the unlock button.
With a jaunty walk, she goes around the front, slides into her seat with one long leg leading the way, then throws her backpack onto the floor.
Gah. Can’t get over it. I thought she was beautiful in her habit, but that getup dulled her. As had her contacts. “Your real eyes are lovely.”
Reaching up, she removes the hat from her head. “Thanks. I’m surprised you didn’t assume these are contacts and the brown is my real eye color.”
“There’s no mistaken those are real. You shine, luv.”
Gah. I’m gushin’ over her. In my defense, it’s the first time I’ve seen all of her, including her hair, which is shorn tight against her scalp.Elegantcomes to mind. My hand itches to run along the edges of her face, her perfect ear, her beautiful jaw.
If we weren’t living through this hell, it would be different.Wecould be different. Got to remember I’m just her informant and the bloke helping her find a missing woman.
