Another curse burned at the back of my throat.
If Reo was coming here—now when he knew I’d demanded privacy—then it wasn’t for anything small. Either they had finally located my father’s position and the chance to kill him was in reach. . .
Or something had gone terribly, irreversibly wrong.
Both options meant the same thing.
War.
I slipped my hand out of Nyomi’s bikini bottoms. “Hold on, Tora.”
“What’s wrong?”
“That’s Reo.”
“Is there an emergency?”
“There may be one.”
The sound of the rotors deepened, heavy and insistent, echoing off the water like a warning bell.
My chest tightened.
If Reo was descending here, then our romantic time in paradise was officially over.
“I’ll be right back, Tora.” I rose and had to adjust my cock in my swim shorts. It was currently trying to puncture a hole in the fabric and get to Nyomi’s pussy.
What the fuck?!
Frowning, I headed off.
The helicopter was landing now, down the beach, kicking up white sand despite the pilot's skill.
I wanted to drag my Roar into the ocean and drown him.
However, I calmed myself.
Reo was my Roar for a reason. He understood me. Understood what this time with Nyomi meant. He wouldn't interrupt unless the situation demanded it.
Which meant something had gone seriously wrong.
What the fuck happened?
Chapter twenty-three
When Paradise Bleeds
Kenji
Reo’s helicopter rotors had already stopped by the time I reached it.
I glanced over my shoulder one last time.
Nyomi remained on the blanket, but now her bikini top was retied. Those deep brown eyes—eyes I'd lost myself in for hours today—tracked my barefoot path across the burning sand.
A silent conversation passed between us.
She knew.
