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“My…who?”
He was done. Finito. It was time to get back to the beginning of this conversation. Why we were here in the first place.
“Why did you steal from me, Ms. Kallistos?”
Her back hit the wall, and I towered over her. She was so fucking soft, and she smelled like fresh, ripe things under the Mediterranean sun.
She glanced at my lips before she shook her head and met my eyes. She lifted her chin some but didn’t say anything. Her chest heaved with the insane pounding of her heart.
She felt it too. The fucking chaos between our bodies that kept inching us closer to the relief of it.
I set my hand against the wall, leaning in slow, and pressed my lips against hers. It felt like that lightning bolt started with her and went straight through me. After this was done, she was going to be imprinted on my body.
Her hands came to my shoulders, digging in, and her tongue danced with mine. She moaned into my mouth, and the vibration of it went straight to my cock.
I rocked against her, and she almost convulsed. She was fucking breathing me in. Until she bit my lip so hard, she drew blood. She pushed against my chest, and after I gave her some space, she crossed her arms. She had a blood spot on her face, but I wasn’t sure if it was mine or from the guy who was going to buried in an orchard somewhere.
She slapped my hand when I reached out to clean it, but then she let me—maybe because of the look on my face. I wasn’t fucking around.
“What are you going to do with me, Mr. Big?”
“Besides fuck you until you’re crying out, I haven’t decided yet.”
“You’ll have to force me.”
“We’ll see.” I rubbed my jaw. “I’m not going to ask again. What the fuck possessed you to steal from me?”
“I’m sure you don’t even remember this, but you sent a man to break my little brother’s arm. And when I say little, I mean a sixteen-year-old. He’s not a boy, but he’s definitely not a man yet. What kind of cruel bastards do that?”
Jerry Rispoli.
“You must hire real winners to do your dirty work for you. I’m not sure how deep my brother is in, but I want him out.”
The boy whose arm Rispoli fractured came to life in my head—he was someone’s brother. And it was giving me an entirely different picture of Leonora Kallistos.
Her brother wasn’t in, and Rispoli wasn’t going to be breathing for much longer, but I had to fucking confirm my gut feeling.
“At what cost?
She visibly steeled herself. “Whatever I have to do. Even his life for mine.”
“Angelo, that his name?”
She barely nodded.
“You felt you were owed because he needed medical attention.”
“Yeah.” She wiped her eyes, smudging her makeup. “And you know what happened, Mr. Big? My brother had a reaction to the anesthesia. Because your man fractured his arm and he had to have surgery on it. My brother almost didn’t wake up.”
“It cost—”
“Fuck the money. I. Almost. Lost. My. Sixteen. Year. Old. Brother.”
She was keeping her emotions in check, but I could hear the tremble behind her words. It was a mixture of pure anger and overwhelming sadness.
“You think I did this to you?”
“Men always do this kind of thing. Fracture.”
