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What should I do? Don’t panic, for starters. Do what you always do. Pretend to not know anything. I throw on my best smile—if there’s anything I’m good at, it’s a poker face.
“Excuse me,” I say, scooting past him.
He doesn’t budge.
Brushing him as I pass definitely helps.
I look up at him, and he just looks me up and down. Twice.
What is he, six-foot-four? I’m maybe five-four in these heels.
Lust is blown in his eyes. Or maybe desire—the desire to kill me.
Fuck. I killed three of his men. Of course he wants to kill me. Now he’s here to personally do the job he’d sent them to do.
Chapter Six
Nico
Does she not know who I am?I’ve seen her twice now, and she hasn’t reacted. Her face doesn’t scream panic; it’s screaming for me to take her. Make her mine.
Fuck. I only meant to watch her tonight. To see her in person. But that dress. That sad excuse of a dress. I saw Dominic arrive, and he just had his hands on her. He must not know the Cosa Nostra just took over The KA.RA; otherwise, they wouldn’t be here. Regardless, I can’t stay away from her.
I take in her whole body. Twice. Our eyes meet, and she’s caught me checking her out. Oh well. She did it first. Possessive rage boils inside me, seeing her out in a dress like this. I didn’t want anyone else looking at her, especially Violante. I couldn’t keep my eyes off her from the moment I saw Dante with her. Neither could every other douchebag in the club. Although trying not to smash every man’s skull into the wall who talked to her or even looked at her, I realize I have no right to feel this way, and I hate her for it.
When I saw her talking to Dante after I told him not to, I really thought I was going to shoot my best friend. I told myself it was because he could’ve compromised everything, but I knew that was a lie. I could kill her right now. Girls go missing from clubs all the time.
She tries to get past me, but I don’t move. She’s blushing. Fuck if that wasn’t cute. She either really has no clue as to who I am and wants me, or she’s one hell of an actress. She could be an assassin. I should let her go, but I can’t.
“You’re the girl from the coffee shop. What brings you out here tonight?”
She smiles. Christ. That fucking dimple.
“I’m surprised you remembered. It’s my birthday,” she says sweetly.
I’m almost convinced she’s as innocent as she looks.Damn,she’s good.
Bending forward, I grab her right hand into mine. She gasps as electricity jolts my body. I wonder what she sounds like when she’s gasping for other reasons. I know she feels it, too. Her chest heaves, but I force my eyes to stay on hers.
“You’re not easy to forget.” I bring her hand up to my lips and kiss the top of it. “Happy birthday.” I bring her hand back down but don’t let go.
She doesn’t pull away, either.
God, she smells good. It’s intoxicating. She smells like a sexy mixture of amaretto crème, cherries, something floral, and her own intoxicating scent that is just hers and hers alone.
“Thank you,” she replies breathlessly before biting her bottom lip and taking in a deep breath, but she doesn’t break eye contact.
Moving toward her, I give her a chance to back away, but she doesn’t move. She stiffens her spine as she looks up at me.Is she fucking with me?
“You’re so beautiful.”
I catch myself leaning into her. Fuck. This is a mistake. But all I can think about is how badly I want to kiss her.
Before I know it, that’s exactly what I’m doing. She doesn’t push me off, but she doesn’t kiss me back, not right away. Placing a hand behind her neck and one on her back, I pull her to me, deepening the kiss.
Finally, she opens for me, and I let my tongue explore her mouth. She tastes amazing. Now I’m wondering where else she could possibly taste good. My cock strains through my pants.
Her body relaxes as her arms come up to run her fingers through my hair, and I forget all thoughts of who she is or why I’m here with her. I back her into the speakeasy we use for storage behind us. To my displeasure, she tenses and pulls away. For a second, she looks like she’s about to bolt but then she looks around. I keep my arms firmly around her.
