I felt the car stop at what I assumed to be a red light, but I was too lost in lust to notice anything else besides the incredible woman choking on my cock. We still had a good fifteen minutes before we arrived at the airport.
“Bravo.” The sudden intrusive voice came accompanied by a taunting, slow clap.
Leni and I drew our weapons in perfectly synched, coordinated movements. The partition no longer covered the driver behind the glass.
“Don’t bother with those,” he said, tapping the glass. “Bulletproof, remember? Would make for a very uncomfortable time back there: Ricochet and all.”
“Who the fuck are you?”
Leni beat him to an answer. “Ronan Cain.”
A dark chuckle echoed in the cabin over the intercom. “Helena Adamos, I’m flattered you remembered me. Although it took a bit to jog my memory there, you know.” He made a crude gesture with his hand and tongue, his grin insidious. Purposely taunting. I would tear his head from his body. “I’d never seen you guzzling down a cock before. But you’re a natural.”
“One more word,” I threatened.
“And you’ll do what? Shoot me?” he snickered and motioned toward my still-exposed dick. “Maybe you should put that thing away first.”
Leni reached for the door handle, but it wouldn’t budge. I went for the opposite—the same outcome.
Fuck.
A trap.
“I know what you’re thinking.How am I going to get out of this one?”he teased, punctuating every word with morbid satisfaction.
Who the fuck was this guy, and how did Leni know him?
“I’m thinking about how long you’ll scream when I detach your dick from your body.”
The bastard tipped his head back and laughed at her reply.
“You are just obsessed with cock, aren’t you? A regular cock-guzzling champion, huh? Reminds me of someone I used to know. How is she doing, by the way? Heard I’m going to be a grandfather soon.”
“You’re insane. Stay away from her. Derek will end you on the spot.”
He belted another cruel laughter. “Derek will be on his knees soon, begging me for mercy in front of the corpse of his dead wife and child…Or maybe, I’ll keep that little bitch. It is a girl, isn’t it?” Leni’s shoulders were shaking. “I’ll raise her as my own. She’ll never know the difference.” His eyes moved to mine, the glint of something sinister burning in his irises. “I’m a master at keeping secrets. At hidden identities.”
I steadied the hold on my gun, the space between his eyes within my sights. “Get out.”
“I’m sorry, I don’t believe I caught your name.” He tauntingly rubbed at his beard, feigning ignorance. “Silas, was it? No, no, that’s not it.” My heart pounded in my chest, blood rushing to my ears when his eyes met mine again. “I remember you—Frankie. Frankie Cruz, is that you?”
Frankie.
Frankie Cruz.
The words echoed over and over. There was a pull, a spark, something inexplicable, but nothing at the same time.
Leni turned to me slowly, her mouth slightly parted, and she shook her head. “No…” she whispered. “That can’t be.” Her weapon was trained on Ronan again. “Stop it! Frankie’s dead. Stop fucking with him.”
He barked another laugh. “Oh, sweet, Helena. How could he be dead if his dick was halfway down your throat two minutes ago?”
I was too stunned to speak or focus on how she was cussing and threatening his life.
Frankie Cruz?
Was that really my name?
My eyes found his again. “How do you know this? Who are you? Why?”
