“It sounds like you’re a big spender, Doctor Douglas. Am I going to have to teach you about budgeting?”
“Marcelle, you deserve the best, and I’m going to give it to you.”
“I just want you.”
“Are you sure? Because I haven’t had a goddamn vacation in years. I was kind of counting on Paris.”
She laughed and wriggled atop him, happier than she’d been since the day she left him on Gemini Island but miserable at the same time. For the first time in her life, she felt she was at home, but what good was it if her home was about to be demolished?
His cock throbbed against her. Her body reacted in kind, despite her sadness.
“I’ve been dreaming of this,” he whispered in her ear. “Of being able to touch you. But I had a different setting in mind, one with clean sheets and soft pillows.”
“And I bet we didn’t reek of sweat and blood in your dream.” The enormity of the moment hung heavy on her heart, no matter how relieved she was to feel his body next to hers. “Josh, what if the next few moments are our last?”
He lay back, protecting her from the rough surface of the unfinished floor, and pulled her toward him. “They won’t be, but let’s make the most of them anyway.”
* * * *
If Seb Capobianco had to look at that disgusting excuse for “art” one more time, he’d fucking hurl.
“Put Jinny over here,” ordered Hill. “Not there, you dumbass. Over here by the window.”
Seb slid the large crate over to Hill.
“I never had to explain myself to Vadim. It’s too bad the two of you couldn’t change places.”
Only Vadim had gotten himself killed. Seb was smarter than that, even though Hill gave him no credit.
Hill opened the crate and moved aside some of the packing material so he could gaze at his dead sister’s face.
What a fucking maniac.
He always knew Hill was off his rocker, but he’d had no choice but to work for the man. Once the job started venturing into unsavory territory, Seb hadn’t complained, not out loud anyway. He’d always been a crook. Crime wasn’t his issue.
However, having to watch him in that nightmare gallery full of fucking horror show statues was about all he could take.
He hadn’t signed up for this shit. Seb had been having nightmares for months.
He had expressed his concerns to Vadim a while ago.
The Russian had merely pointed at him in warning and said, “Just do as you’re told.”
So much for camaraderie.
And now, here they were, in one of Hill’s many properties, a seemingly abandoned house at the edge of town, with some lady and a fucking doctor locked in the basement dungeon.
Adoctor. The place would be crawling with cops in no time.
Seb’s sense of self-preservation warned him away. Hill was going down and soon.
He would not go down with the bastard.
“Mr. Hill, would you like me to take your mate out of the box? I could set her up by the window so the rising sun will illuminate her pretty highlights.”Madonna mia, now I’m talking like the pretentious piece of shit.
“No. I just want to look at her right now.”
He was in one of his funny moods. Good. Seb had seen Hill contemplate Jinny’s face for hours on end before.
