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I drew her in, kissing her, doing my level best to make us look like a simple happy couple on vacation. Her lips on mine sent a thrill of desire down my chest into my cock, and it thickened, hardening and pressing into her. When our kiss broke, the bodyguard had returned his attention to the couple he was guarding.
Dahlia pressed her hips into me, grinding against my hard on. “Is someone getting excited?”
With a grin, I said, “Indeed, I am.” I leaned in close to whisper as we walked away. “When we kill him, I want to fuck you while you’re covered in his blood.”
“You really know how to talk to a lady.”
Chapter 8
Dahlia
We strolled the alleys and displays of Pompeii for the rest of the afternoon. Always keeping Marco in our sights but never again getting close enough to be seen or registered by his security team. We walked hand in hand, stealing kisses in the shadows, touching, laughing. For the first time in my life, I felt as though I was in one of those romanticized relationships you see in the movies. A man who loved me for me, and who treated me like a princess. A princess who got off on gutting scumbags, yes, but a princess nonetheless.
Could I stay with Drake forever, I wondered as we perused the Stabian Baths and the ruined artwork of its walls.
The thought, one that came and went the whole time we’d been together reared its head again. Nothing about Drake was normal. None of it. That wasn’t necessarily a bad thing. I’d proven over and over again that I wasn’t normal. Who was to say that a life with Drake wasn’t something that could be fulfilling and glorious? As though he read my thoughts, he slid a hand up my back and began to gently massage my neck as we listened to the tour guide explain what the building had been used for.
On the far side of the room, Marco listened inattentively, looking bored. His wife, however, had a rapt and intrigued expression on her face. If I had to guess, and from the inquisitive gleam in her eyes, she’d been the one who actually wanted to come here.
A sensation of unease fell across me like a heavy wet blanket. The hairs on my forearms stood on end, and my guts twisted slightly. I turned, glancing back behind us. All I could see were other tourists. Americans with their goofy stars and stripes hats on, Asian tourists moving about in small clumps, children running from yelling parents. Everything seemed as it should be. But, if that were the case, why did I feel like I was being watched?
“All good?” Drake whispered into my ear.
“Hmm? Uh, yeah. Good. Just checking things out,” I said.
There were hundreds of people here. There could be any reason I felt what I did. Some horny college guy could be checking me out. Fuck, some horny college guy could be checking Drake out for that matter. I was being silly.
Late in the afternoon, Marco and his small entourage departed the ruins, walking toward the parking lot. A moment of panic settled in my stomach as they moved further away.
“Are we going to follow?” I asked, yanking on Drake’s shirt.
“It’s fine. Don’t worry. I have his address. Also, I accessed his recent text messages. His wife is going to dinner with some friends this evening. That will be our window. She’s done nothing wrong. No need for her to get caught up in all this. Those bodyguards, however?” He nodded toward the men. “They’ve chosen to protect an awful person. As they say, money is the root of all evil. They’ll need to be dealt with, but I think you’ve got it in you.”
The words made me smile. The trust he had in me was like nothing anyone had ever shown me before. After everything we’d been through, I saw no difference in this and someone telling me I’d done well on a test in school or a shift at work.
Drake led me to the parking lot and our new car, also bought with cash. The entire walk, that same nagging sense that we were being watched or followed persisted. Even as Drake climbed into the driver seat, I continued to scan the parking lot, wondering if someone might be watching. Could Sam have found us here? How? We’d been so careful to throw him off our trail. How could he possibly have figured out we were here? No. I shook the thought off and did my best to act normal. There was a lot I needed to prepare for. I couldn’t be worrying about something that wasn’t possible.
After a quick dinner together, Drake and I went back home and put on clothes that he’d bought without my knowledge. Sweatsuits almost identical to what we’d worn in the playhouse—except, instead of light gray, they were solid black. He handed me a pair of generic black sneakers as well.
A strange intensity came over us both as we drove to Marco’s rental house. Like the intimate and undeniable energy two people had before fucking. This was our foreplay. We both knew it, and we both loved it. My fingers itched to kill this fucker. Marco had no clue what kind of hell was coming for him.
We arrived a bit early, parking a block away where we could still see the house in the darkness that had now descended over the town. Marco lived in what appeared to be an old hotel or apartment complex, with a gate that led to an interior courtyard.
“What is this place?” I asked.
“Used to be a youth hostel. Marco purchased it when he moved and had it renovated,” Drake whispered.
A few minutes later, a black sedan carrying Marco’s young wife pulled out, driven by one of his two bodyguards. It pulled away, and the gate, powered by an electric motor, slowly rumbled closed behind it.
“Now’s our chance,” he said.
“Do you have a plan to get it?”
“I do. Grab the bag.”
The bag he spoke of was filled with some delectable toys. Knives, zip ties, and a host of other items to make Marco pay for all he’d done. Drake opened the glove box and pulled out a pair of wire cutters.
“What are those for? His cock?” I asked.
