She pushed off me, feigning indignation. “And here I thought I was special.”
“Where are you going?” I asked, staring at her beautiful ass, which still bore the marks of my hands and teeth.
“Shower—before your cum drips down my thighs.”
I groaned low in my throat, cock fully erect, ready for another round with this woman. “Fuck, Leni, wait for me.”
“That would be counterproductive, don’t you think?”
“Not unless it’s down your throat.” I winked.
Vibrations rattled against the marble countertop where I’d left my phone.
“Santino,” she said, tossing me the device. “He’s at the front door. But don’t worry, I’ll fuck myself now and get on my knees for you later.”
Giving me no time to respond, she shut the door and sealed my fate with the click of the lock.
* * *
“Everything is ready. Just give me the word.” Santino sat across from me on the sofa, documents in hand. “New name, new life, Si. No one will ever find you. Leave all this shit behind.”
The sane thing would be to take him up on his offer and leave Europe this very afternoon. But why was I so hesitant? It was a pointless question, as I knew the answer before it was asked.
Leni.
It wasn’t as though she and I were in a relationship beyond sex. I’d agreed to help, but that promise didn’t bind me.
As if sensing the turmoil and reason behind my hesitation, Santino leaned in, glancing over his shoulder and then back at me before speaking. “Listen, brother, I get it. That’s a fine piece of ass. But what are you playing at here? You don’t owe anyone a damn thing. And this chick tried to kill you.”
“We’re past that.”
He threw his arms up. “Oh, well, thank fuck for that!”
The last thing I needed was his sarcasm.
“Santino, I can’t just leave.”
“You can, and you should. Hell, take her with you if you care that much.”
I did. For some irrational reason, I cared. Maybe too much because the thought of leaving her here, of letting her fight alone, filled me with dread. But I knew Helena wouldn’t go until she avenged her father’s death, even if it meant dying in the process. Was I willing to sacrifice myself, too? For her?
The question weighed heavily on my shoulders. I knew what the answer should have been. Self-preservation instincts had kept me alive this long, even when I’d been in the most dire of situations. Putting someone else’s needs and well-being above mine was never a question, at least not that I remembered. Yet there I was, ready to throw away salvation for the woman who’d been prepared to murder me for money just a few short weeks ago.
“It’s not that simple. I told you what happened to her father. She won’t let it go.”
He shook his head and exhaled loudly while clasping his hands. “Si, Cillian is out for blood…” Another loud huff left his lungs before continuing. “I wasn’t going to tell you because it wouldn’t have mattered had we been leaving for the States, but Melina told him everything before confronting you. About what she saw, you and Helena, and that she was running. I’m sure he put two and two together.”
Cillian Clark wanting to kill me was nothing new. Sure, he would skin me alive for not only killing his son but also fucking and eventually having a hand in his daughter’s murder. Santino’s confession solidified my decision to stay. It was one thing to have me hunted down, but Leni having a target on her head was another.
“Fuck, Silas,” he breathed, reading the resolute expression on my face. “You are one crazy son of a bitch. Is it really that good?”
“I’m strangely insulted that you would even doubt.” Leni rounded the sofa, a smirk tugging at her mouth as she approached me and sat on my lap. Her hair was still damp, and she was sporting sweatpants and a tank top. Not an ounce of makeup on her face, and she was flawless. It was as if my cock knew when she was in the room. I instantly regretted the grey sweats now that we weren’t alone.
“Nice to see you again, Santiago.”
“Santino,” he corrected, narrowing his eyes.
“I know,” she deadpanned, meeting his glare.
