Page 34 of His Fatal Love

But the way he looked me up and down when he walked into The Cellar tonight suggested he still wants me, too.

He finally nods, and sets down his drink. “This polite discussion of yours with PacSyn—will it involve blood?”

I shrug. “Maybe.”

He smiles. “Alright. Let’s go.” He slides out of the booth and offers me his hand, and I take it. His palm is warm, and a thrill of electricity runs through me as I feel his fingers curl around mine.

“Why, Mr. Bernardi,” Julian coos in a soft voice. “I do believe you’re blushing.”

I pull my hand out of his grasp and glare at him. “Shut the fuck up and let’s go.”

He laughs and follows me out of the club, and I lead him around the corner to where I parked my bike. “Here.” I throw him my helmet and mount the bike, gunning the engine before he slides on behind me.

His arms go around my waist and he pushes up hard against me, rubbing himself into my ass. “I didn’t know you had a bike,” he says into my ear.

“Just hold on,” I shout back, and I take off. We ride through the city, the wind whipping over my face, and Julian’s breath hot against the back of my neck. I try to focus on the road, but it’s difficult with him pressed up against me like this. His hands slide down my chest, tracing the lines of my muscles, and his cock seems to grow harder with each bump in the road.

His hand dips lower, and soon rests on my thigh, tantalizingly close to my junk. I’m not sure if I’m imagining it or not, but I think he might be rubbing me—just a little. His thumb circles in small circles over the fabric of my jeans, and I can’t help but feel a thrill of pleasure. All uncertainty is wiped away as he slides his hand firmly over my crotch, sending a wave of need through me. His lips press against my neck, nibble at my ear, smile as I try to shrug him off.

Thankfully, it’s a short ride to PacSyn territory. I park a couple of blocks down from our target, an abandoned corner store that’s been boarded up for years—and also been the center of operations for PacSyn’s drug drops for years.

Julian hops off the bike and takes off the helmet, running a hand through his hair. “Nice ride,” he says suggestively.

I ignore his comment. “The store two blocks down. Boarded up. That’s our target. Not sure if they’re in there already, though, so we need to be quiet.”

He pulls a balaclava out of his pocket and pulls it over his hair. “I’d better wear this when we get in there, don’t you think?” he says. “No need to alert the underworld to our trial engagement.” His eyes are ice cold. “I love this part. Will we live or will we die, do you think?”

I clench my jaw for a moment. “You got my back or not?”

“Probably. I can’t promise I won’t sacrifice you to save myself. But doesn’t that just make it more exciting, Leo? Life is a never-ending adventure with me around.”

I turn away before he sees me smile. I hate this guy, like really hate him to the core of my being, but I can’t help liking him, too.

And he’s fucking funny sometimes.

“Move,” I snap over my shoulder, and we start walking towards the store. I can tell he’s excited. Excited to get his hands dirty. Excited to show off. Maybe excited to be with me?

I feel a bit of that excitement, too. The thrill of the unknown. The promise of danger.

It’s like a drug, and it’s addictive. I’ve seen some of my brothers take a backseat in the business. Gino, for example; he was running a high-class burglary ring for a while, but these days he’s just looking forward to marrying a starlet.

Me? I fucking love my job.

When we get close, Julian puts a hand on my arm. “They’re in there,” he says, so softly I’m almost just reading his lips. When I listen hard, I hear the sound of voices from inside. We slip into the alley behind the store, ducking down behind a dumpster as a guard walks by.

I’m content to let the guy wander. He’s so laid-back he’s smoking a joint; he’s not going to be a problem. But before I can stop him, Julian slips out from beside me like a wraith, grabs the guy from behind and clamps a hand over his mouth, silencing any protests. It’s over in mere seconds, no longer than the time I take to stand up and open my mouth to protest.

Julian looks at me with a shrug before hefting the body over his shoulder and tossing it into the bushes beyond the dumpster.

“What the fuck,” I whisper. The need to be silent means I can’t quite get my full meaning across, based on the way Julian smiles at me.

“You really know how to show a guy a good time,” he whispers back. “What next?”

“Do me a favor,” I growl under my breath. “Don’t kill anyone else unlessabsolutely necessary.”

Julian pouts, but I brush past him to the back door and start to pick the lock. Julian stands close, studying my technique. I pop the lock in record time.

“Nice,” he murmurs.

Source: www.allfreenovel.com