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“Surprised to see me with a weapon, are you?” I ask him, and he closes the door, turning his back to me as if I won’t put a bullet in his back.
I won’t. But there’s no way he knows that.
After securing the system, locking us in this fucking place, he turns back toward me, and I realize his jaw is bleeding pretty badly.
“Where’d you get the gun?” he asks.
I lower it. “Where’d you get the busted-up jaw?”
He shrugs and walks past me. “Thought I had them all locked up. In fact, I’m positive I did.”
He walks to the armory room I found while searching this place top to bottom, and I follow him, waiting for him to realize just how I got the gun out of the locked safe.
He looks around the room, where nothing seems to be out of place. “You never cease to amaze me, viper.”
“Coat hanger in the battery port.”
He cocks an eyebrow at me.
“What? Like it’s hard?” I ask, and he completely misses theLegally Blondereference, but I wouldn’t expect a man like him to watch a movie like that.
“Smart,” he muses. “You gonna shoot me?” He wipes blood from his face with the back of his hand.
Damn sexy man in a suit and his ability to make me forget who I am.
“Ugh,” I grunt out. “You’re really putting a wrench in my plans. Come with me.”
I spin on my heel, and he follows me to the bathroom.
“Sit,” I say, using a firm hand to push him onto the closed toilet, and he obliges. “What happened?”
He just shakes his head and clasps his hands together in front of him as I gather first-aid supplies.
“Come on,” I urge. “I’ve been stuck in this house. Give me the drama.”
“Wish you weren’t so damn persuasive,” he says, his voice low and deep.
I make a show of checking my imaginary watch and then grab the washcloth and dab the cut on his jaw.
He hisses and jolts backward.
“Oh, stop it, you baby. Don’t you kill men and take names? Surely you can handle me washing your cut so you don’t get an infection.”
He makes a show of deepening his scowl. “Our underboss is fucking around behind our backs, and I tried figuring out what he’s up to.”
“And he socked you in the jaw?” I ask as I apply an ointment. “Some family you guys have.”
The DeSantises were never like that. I can count on one hand the amount of inner family drama I witnessed.
Niccolò just sits without replying and allows me to finish bandaging him up. The deep cut is a sharp contrast to his beautiful, bronzed skin. He’s got a few days of beard growth, and those deep, honey eyes of his are enough to put me in a trance.
If I let them.
I go to look away as I seal the bandage into place, but he grabs onto my wrist.
“I want you to be able to see that I’m only trying to do for you what you just did for me.”
His words roll around in my mind as our gazes stay locked on one another. My breathing grows shallow, and I swear my head gets fuzzy. I’m too close to the man who I can’t have.
