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He thought he was calling our bluff, rattling off the digits of his personal account, until his cell phone gave ading.Then he snatched it from the desk and stared at the details.
“Paid in full,” Neon murmured.
I didn’t give a fuck about men like VanHalen. I had nothing to prove. I was nothing more than a street thug to him, and that’s exactly how I wanted it to be. He just didn’t know that the Rossis ownedallthe streets. And now that a certain‘launderer’was part of our family, we were making our name along both the East and West coasts.
Drugs, gambling, prostitution.
We owned it all.
That made us dangerous…and filthy fucking rich.
“Kat’s a Rossi now,” I snarled. “She doesn’t owe you a damned thing. You come near her…you come near what’s mine, and you’re going to find me waiting for you late at night, in the dark.”
Kat folded her arms. He looked at her, but wouldn't meet her gaze.
He couldn’t look away.
I knewexactlywhat he was thinking. The money didn’t matter, neither did the threats. Sebastian VanHalen wouldn’t stop coming after her. I saw that now. Maybe deep down, I'd always known it. Still, I'd needed to see it for myself. Now I had.
* * *
The electric gates opened,allowing Logan to drive through. Freddy and Neon were at Dad’s, less than five miles away. We'd purchased the property after some careful negotiations. Basically, the owners were terrified of us moving into their neighborhood and figured it was better to sell to me than to have the value of this eight-bedroom cedarwood and black-tinted glass mansion driven into the gutter.
It was a wise move.
Kat loved the place.
She loved the woods that surrounded us, loved the three massive Dobermans she'd rescued, and loved the fact that Logan lived in the garage set off from the property. And on the nights and days he was away, there was a steady stream of trained mercenaries to take his place. She was safe here, protected and secluded. I made sure of it. I expected her to retreat from me when Logan dropped us off at the front door and drove away.
I expected her to pull away into some of those moments of silence that plagued her, but she didn’t. I stepped into the house and closed the door behind us. Then she pounced, grabbing me and pushing me back against the door.
A chuckle slipped out. “Kitten want to play?”
“Kitten wants to be fucked,” she growled.“Lazarus.”
She knew saying my name like that turned me the fuck on. Stars glittered in her eyes as she smiled. I pushed off the door, picked her up, and carried her in my arms across the foyer and up the stairs. Paws padded on the tile floor as the three Dobermans Kat called her little Hell's Angels followed as we ascended.
I took her to the bedroom and laid her down on the bed. “Take your clothes off, Kat.”
She smiled, then in a throaty tease, she commanded, “Take them off me,Lazarus.”
I growled, desperate. Urgent. I yanked the gun from the back of my jeans and placed it on the dresser, kicked off my boots, and tore at my clothes. Still, it wasn’t fast enough. The shirt was gone, jeans, socks, and boxers followed. She knew I secretly loved undressing her, loved peeling the layers from her body, exposing her inch by delicious inch. I held out my hand and she took it, rising from the bed. “Turn around.”
She did, letting me slide the zipper of her dress low until it slipped from her body and hit the floor.
Her bra was next. I slid my hands around, pushing it from her, and cupped her breasts. “I’m going to lick your cunt until you scream,” I whispered in her ear, feeling her tremble. “I want your ass in my face and my cock in your mouth.”
She let out a moan.
She liked that.
The woman was insatiable, frequently waiting for me when I came through the door, waking me at ungodly hours of the fucking night with her hand down my damn pants. She said she was happiest when I was riding her, when she was full of me. And fuck me if I didn’t like the sound of that.
“You like that, baby? You like the idea of swallowing my cum when you orgasm?”
I rubbed her breasts, skimming my calloused fingers over her nipples.
“Yes,” she moaned. “Fuck, yes.”
