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“Do what? Come inside the apartment I own? Or kiss my woman, who I haven’t seen all day?”
His words were followed by a move so smooth I suppressed a swoon. He engulfed Freya in his arms and tilted her back, then kissed the living daylights out of her.
She put up absolutely no resistance. Instead, her arms went around his neck, and one of her legs hooked around his.
Sofie stopped next to me, shaking her head. “At least I’m staying with Carter. He’s a lot less gross.”
I put my arm around her, loving the trust she displayed by once again leaning into me. “He never has women around?”
I found that hard to believe.
“Never. He said I’m the only woman he needs in his life.”
She said it with all the confidence a six-year-old could muster.
Freya had come back up for air, a dopey smile on her face. That was my cue to leave. “You mind calling Dalton to take me back?” I asked.
Freya nodded, her eyes still glazed over. I helped Sofie put all her things back in her backpack while we waited.
Dalton showed up ten minutes later. “Ready for a wild night of movies?”
I smiled at him, liking his easygoing manner. “How could I refuse such an offer?”
After promising Sofie an Uno rematch I said my goodbyes.
Dalton took me back to the house, and I watched movies with him until four in the morning, when I finally found a few restless hours of sleep.
21
LUCIUS
“Looks like business is booming.” Santino plucked a grape off the fruit bowl, wandering the elaborate rooms of the suite. We’d disabled the hotel’s cameras and snuck inside with a key card I’d taken off a chatty maid.
Ignoring Santino’s sampling of the food, I checked for cameras and microphones. My eyes burned and my body ached. We’d driven over thirty hours straight, taking turns covering the 1,300 miles to get to Caracas, pushing ourselves to our limits.
But there was no way I’d risk letting Sam’s killer get away. I’d hurt more people and blown up more things in the last week than the whole time I was with Maurizio. My actions were getting harder to justify, and I knew I was at a crossroads. If I continued down this path, I might never come back.
Santino pointed to an open suitcase. “He’s still here.”
We hadn’t been sure when we first received the information if we would make it in time. The reason why I’d been having trouble pinpointing his location was because he moved around so much.
I took one last sweep around the room before nodding at Santino. “All right, let’s do this.”
With a sigh, Santino dropped down to his knees and rolled under the bed. I fought the urge to snicker at his bulky frame wedging underneath the bed. But he’d lost fair and square. Three shots at an empty beer can, winner gets the bathroom, looser the floor.
I disappeared behind the bathroom door, slumping against the wall. My eyes were heavy and I fought against the lure of sleep. We were so close.
A loud snore snapped me back to attention. Guess it was a lot harder to fight sleep when you were lying down. I crept back out, keeping an eye on the door. When I stood next to the bed, I blindly kicked underneath it, my foot hitting something soft.
“Fuck.” The word was followed by a loud smack that made the bed shake. “Why the fuck are you kicking me.”
“You fell asleep.”
He cursed under his breath. “Sorry. It won’t happen again.”
The snick of the door unlocking cut off any reply I might have had, and instead I sprinted back to the bathroom. The door slammed open, and giggles floated into the room, followed by grunts.
We agreed we wouldn’t do anything if he had company. But we also couldn’t stay here all night. But was I willing to risk an innocent life to get my revenge?
