“Yes, let’s go back and finish the champagne so generously provided by El Cano.” Axe bent her back and sucked her neck.
“Are you sure it’s safe?” Seeing and feeling Axe alive and well had her entire body revved and ready for partying.
“They’re not going to bother anyone.” He locked Veronica’s room, and they stepped over Blue Skull’s sleeping body. “Why aren’t you with Soledad and Gabriel?”
“Soledad and Gabriel are safe. They’re on their way to Mexico City to get protection from the US Embassy. How’s your father? They told me he’s dead.”
“He’s fine and very much alive.” Axe put his arm over Leanna’s shoulders. They walked down the hallway, passing a few other couples entering and exiting the boudoirs. “Veronica held him hostage. She lied to me about him being dead.”
“Where is he now?” Leanna’s legs felt like jelly now that Axe and his masculine heat enveloped her. She’d feel safe anywhere as long as he was protecting her.
“She let him go when I promised to keep her safe.” Axe’s lips were curled in a self-satisfied smirk. “I’m her latest bodyguard. Didn’t you see how I tucked her into bed?”
Leanna socked Axe lightly. “You were flirting with her.”
“I knew you were watching.” He chuckled as he steered her to the room she and Ivan abandoned. “I saw you put the roofies into the flutes. I have to hand it to you, Mafia Princess. You’re a real pro.”
“Takes one to know one.” She giggled when he locked the door and unbuttoned his shirt.
His eyes, both of them black and bruised, took on an intense stare as he raked her skimpy hooker outfit, taking in the exposed skin. “You’re packing some real heat.”
She cupped below her breasts and pushed them up. His eyes widened, clearly feasting on her goodies. He licked his lips, no doubt relishing a taste when she surprised him.
Hooking her fingers under the ruffles underneath her cleavage, she removed the snub-nosed revolver and pointed it at him. “Does this get your blood flowing? Prime your pump?”
He held up both hands, palms up. “You are really something, Miss Rivera. You got the jump on me. Go ahead, and hold me hostage. I know you want me for yourself.”
“You’re a spy.”
“I’m the best.” He advanced on her until the muzzle rested against his chest. “My heart is yours.”
Leanna lowered the gun toward his groin. She swallowed at the size of the lump beneath his pants.
“That’s yours, too. Anything else you want?” He smirked, grinning from his puffy, cut lip.
“They beat you, didn’t they? Does it hurt?”
“Nothing I can’t handle. I take it you don’t want it?”
She moved the gun up to his forehead. “Oh, but I do. I want all of you.”
“Greedy girl.” He took hold of the barrel and lowered the weapon. “Undress me and see what you’ve taken hostage.”
She set the gun on the table next to the champagne bottle and licked her lips, her gaze locked on his hypnotizing eyes.
