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I backed away and rounded the coffee table, retrieved my shoes and turned to Eddie.
“I want to go home,” I demanded.
“You aren’t goin’ home. We’re not done talkin’.”
I turned and walked toward the kitchen.
We weresodone talking.
I nearly made it when he caught my hand, gave it a yank and I whirled around. He twisted my arm around my back and pulled my body up against his.
“I’m fuckin’ sick and tired of watching you walk away from me,” he growled.
My heart stopped.
This would probably be part of that hot-blooded thing Blanca was talking about.
“Eddie—”
He didn’t let me start. “You’ve dated Mexican Americans before. People say shit. It’s their problem, you ignore it.”
“Eddie—” I tried again.
He continued, “I already told you that you were my business, but it’s pretty fuckin’ clear you didn’t understand. I’ve been tryin’ to get your attention for months, but you’re so busy and exhausted and whatever the hell else you are it hasn’t worked. So I’ll say it, straight out, so there’s no confusion. I want to spend time with you, I want to get to know you and I want to sleep with you and it doesn’t have to be in that order.”
I didn’t even try to speak. I couldn’t. His words robbed me of the ability of speech.
“While that’s happenin’ and however long it lasts, you’re my business and I’ll explain that too. I keep you safe and I keep your mom safe, however that has to come about. And no one hustles you, not even your fuckin’ father, or they answer to me.”
I was not only speechless, my belly was beginning to feel funny and that strange pleasant feeling was back.
Eddie went on, “I know you have a problem with that, you’ve made it loud and clear, but I don’t give a fuck. I’m gonna keep coming at you until I wear you down. Do you understand me?”
He paused and glared at me and I realized he expected an answer.
Since I was incapable of a verbal response, I just nodded.
“Good. Now, because it’s likely you not only have Slick after you, but also Louie and Vince, you’ve got two choices. Either I take you home and I stay there with you, or I make a call and plant someone at your apartment building and you sleep here with me.”
“Trixie’s at home. There’s nowhere for you to sleep,” I reminded him.
“I sleep with you.”
Dear Lord.
“I’ll sleep here,” I decided.
“I sleep with you here too.”
Eek!
“I’ll sleep on the couch,” I offered.
“You sleep in my bed.”
“Then, will you sleep on the couch?” I asked.
“I’ll sleep in my bed with you.”
