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“You seem… nice, but I am not interested. I am seeing someone.” She shuts him down.
“Well fuck you, bitch! You are not even that hot!”
The hair on my neck stands up. The waiter retreats into the restaurant as quickly as he can.
She laughs. My woman laughs. “Okay,” is all she says before walking away. I wait for her to be a good ways away before I move. This Ken doll huffs and shakes his shirt before trying to put it on. I get up and drop a fifty on the table, turning and facing him. He smirks.
“Bitches, am I right? Bro, that girl was not even close to being the hottest thing I’ve pulled.”
“Interesting,” I say. He looks at me, confused. “Think I give a shit about you? You wouldn’t know a good woman if she held a sign and lay in front of you with her legs spread. You are not my bro. You ain’t even a man. You spoke of my woman in a derogatory way.”
He puffs his chest out a bit more and stares at me like he has a clue. He has no clue.
“So, what are you going to do about it?” He flexes his muscles in a cocky move and I smile.
I can feel the sweat forming on my brow. Well, my friends, he asked.
I throw my hand to his neck, right in that sweet spot that can cause a throat to swell shut. His eyes grow big and his hands cover his neck. He coughs and bends over, grabbing any air his lungs can steal. I slap his back and lean over so only he can hear.
“That was a warning,” I express. He looks up with tears in his eyes. “I will end you and this desperate life you cling to. Try me by talking about another woman in that way, especially my woman. I have killed for her before, so guess what?” Leaning closer, I whisper in his ear, “I will do it again.”
I stand and walk away. My mind is now on Reese and trying to catch up with her. I stroll through the crowded sidewalk and streets, looking for that goddess floating around this earth. I head toward the sky wheel, knowing I will find her there at one point tonight.
Walking up, I see the line of people, and there she stands, looking over the shoulders of the people in front of her. My mouth curves up at the beautiful creature who is excited to see the city from a dome coffin. There are so many people, and the attendants can barely keep up. I sneak past the ropes and wait. As her group approaches and waits for the next pod, I am giddy with excitement. The pod doors open and they fill. They are in the middle of counting when I duck in behind the group. Standing in the pod, I am taken aback. It is bigger than I expected. I stand back and watch her get settled before I make my move. The doors close and the pod moves. People giggle and stare in awe all around, but my focus is on her. Slowly, step by step, I walk to her.
My arms encase her, and I hear a sigh of relief. Her body falls into mine and my entire existence feels peace. To feel her body just touching mine in the slightest brings a sense of tranquility that I have not experienced before. Every moment since we removed the masks, exposing my true self and hers.
“You really survived.” Her body leans into my chest.
Still bracing myself on the bar in front of us, I bury my face in her hair. A large inhale of her addicting scent. She rests her hand on my forearms, and I wince at her touch on my burn. Her hands retreat to her body and she tenses.
“Adam?” she softly whispers with an apologetic tone.
I wrap my arms around her waist, pulling her closer, leaving a soft kiss on her shoulder. Her skin prickles in anticipation, with my lips tracing along the raised skin.
“None of that,” I say. She nods and allows her hands to rest softly on my hands. My nose traces her shoulder up to her neck and I stop just behind her ear. “You said my name.”
Her hand is balled in a fist against her chest, fully aware of my wound and is cautious not to hurt me. Ironic, isn’t it? The woman who dropped the match is wary of the wound.
“Adam,” she says again. “I missed you.”
CHAPTER 32
THE GAME
Adam
Soft. Calm. Quiet.
Hyperfocusing on this woman standing in my arms, Reese is what dreams are made of. Screw your white picket fence. Get a woman who will burn down the last piece of your existence to ensure your survival. CIA agents can be crafty fuckers and you become a link in their chain. They are what will drag you down to the deepest depths of the ocean, drowning you before you realize the lock they have on you.
CIA is the legal Mafia. Paid government officials used to carry out screwed-up missions.
She went against her Mafia.
Like I said—I never expected her.
My hands squeeze her waist, and I watch her chest rise and fall with lust. This game turns her on. This game turns me on.
