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“And that order didn’t come from my family. It’s just some rumor my dad heard.”
I am stunned. “Wow. That is a little heavy. But I appreciate you telling me.”
“I thought you should know.”
I have to shove that information to the back of my mind for now. “Thanks. So he doesn’t have objections about you and me?”
“He said he didn’t. Just with your stepdad.”
“Good. Then I can do this.” I lean forward, cup her face with one hand and kiss her. She flinches, and I pull back. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry.”
“Don’t stop,” she tells me as she begins to take charge. I pull her into my lap so she straddles me. One hand rests on her back as we continue kissing. My tongue slips in and tangles with hers. Somehow, even with her busted lip, we manage to kiss. This woman does things to me that no one else has. Part of me, a sick part of me, likes tasting her wounded lip. Our kissing is primal with a need I can’t explain.
Then my phone buzzes, and I smile against her lips. “I should get this.”
She moves to sit next to me as I pick up the phone.
“Hey.”
“Sorry, boss, but I have Featherstone and one other guy.”
“I’m on my way.” I hang up the phone and put it into my pocket. I look at Geneva. “I have to go. But you can stay here if you want.”
“Can I come with you?”
I swallow a hard lump. “Remember when you said you didn’t want to know what I do?”
She nods.
“Well, I don’t want you to see that side of me.”
She stands and comes close to me. “I want to see. I already know who your family is. And mine is in the same business.”
“All right, but don’t say I didn’t warn you.”
She cracks a small smile, and we head out to my garage.
“Should we take the Bugatti?” I ask.
“Yes.”
“Buckle up.”
We get situated in the car, and we are off to the warehouse, that is only ten minutes, maybe five minutes away with this car.
In a flash, I exit the car, and Geneva walks next to me.
“Boss,” Vinny says, and puts his arm out to keep Geneva back. I offer a curt nod and spot Tatum standing in front of Featherstone and his goon.
“This the guys?” I ask Geneva.
She steps forward to get a good look. And before she replies, she slaps the man across the face. “It’s him.”
I get eye level with Featherstone as he is strapped in a chair, and I smirk. “You fucked with the wrong one motherfucker.”
The asshole spits in my face, and I see red. My fist flies into his face. Left and right. His head moves like a swivel. Blood spills everywhere.
I adjust my pants as I bend down again. “Now, do you want to tell her,” I point… “You’re sorry.”
