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“Ayesha, you know you feel damn good and still decide to play dirty?”
“Dirty how? I only said to come for me.”
“Dirty.”
“Fine, then.” She ran her hands over his arms in soothing strokes until he eased into her touch, eyes closed. Feeling extra seductive and sinister, she slipped her fingers into the soft strands at his nape, raised her head, and stuck her tongue inside his mouth.
“Mmm.” He drove deeper. “Mm-hmm.”
“Mm-hmm?” She sucked his tongue. “You like the way I kiss you?”
“I love how you kiss me.”
She kissed him again.
He gave it to her faster, harder.
“Fuck, Ayesha. One last time…are you sure? Because I’m about to come so hard, you’ll probably get pregnant tonight.”
“Joel, trust me. Trust me as your friend, your partner, and your wife. I watched you become a father to my boys and prayed I got the chance to call you my husband one day. I want that other life. I want to grow this family with you. Come for me, baby. Come hard for me. I’m ready to have your baby.”
He lodged himself deep inside her, and she took every drop his body had to offer. This was something they’d done numerous times, but tonight, knowing what end goal they’d planned made it transcendental.
Then he pressed his cheek to hers to hide his face and repeatedly cleared his throat as she hugged him tight. Despite making two grown men cry in one night, and despite how rough it started, she would always remember this day as one of the best in her life.
CHAPTER30
Julien, whistling, dragged a rope behind him.
Giorgio walked alongside him.
Nicholas Spettro, aka “The Ghost,” gripped the rope around his neck, legs flailing as his back slid across the wooded terrain.
“Please,” Spettro choked out. “I’m sorry. Our team, it’s just like yours. We’re not bad guys. I swear.”
Julien looked behind him. “You expect me to believe someone who did what Lavigne did to Theo is ‘good’? You expect me to believe someone who took unauthorized videos of my daughter,and who still has them on his fucking hard drive,is good?”
Giorgio stopped.
Julien pulled the rope tighter and didn’t release it until Spettro turned a deep shade of purple. It became increasingly challenging to let go each time, but Giorgio said there was something at his hangar. Assuming it was some new, innovative blade he could use to pierce Spettro’s eyeball, he restrained himself.
“Video,” Giorgio asked. “This mean…”
Julien nearly bit through his lip. “Exactly what you think.”
“We change. No fish.”
“Fish?”
* * *
They dragged Spettro, still sputtering, into an empty, windowless room with a concrete floor. It was a room Julien had never seen at a location he’d never been to, and Giorgio drove right up to the building’s exterior without needing to glance at a map.
Meat hooks hung from the ceiling.
Steel walls enclosed the interior.
It wasn’t large, about the size of an average bedroom, but the meat hooks were out of place, considering nothing else suggested it had once been a butcher’s shop.
