A smirk tugs at his lips. “You’ll fight your own demons… while I root for you from my jail cell.”
I wait for him to ruin it. To saysomething stupid, to contradict everything—but he doesn’t.
He just watches me. Then my phone buzzes. Angelo glances at it with me. The word on the screen sucks. I hate it, even though it’s what I need. What I want. I need time away from him.
I need to think.
“Approved. Good,” Angelo says, calm as ever.
Then, without missing a beat. “Want to spend today fucking?”
I gape at him, then shove him, hard.
He laughs. “There’s that mighty mouse side of you.”
I glare. “You’re never allowed to call me that again.”
“We can spar, read, I can show you the weapons I have so you don’t worry while you’re gone ...” he trails off and his eyes flick to me.
It’s a question. It’s a promise. A quiet acknowledgment that I’ll come back to him alive too, but it’s him asking if I care.
I say nothing. I can’t care about him. It’s my job to keep him alive and make sure he faces justice.
My heart can’t get involved.
“Show me the weapons and I’ll have to take them,” I whisper.
“So focused on the letter of the law rather than the spirit,” he says with a sigh.
“What if I want you to stay?”
NINE
Angelo
Instead of spendingany time with me, Luisa isolates herself in my study, surrounded by a fortress of books. Fine.
I check my weaponry, and text Mateo that they don’t need to come in, guns blazing. They just need to get our police-issued rat to take Luisa’s place tonight.
He gives me a thumbs up, nothing else. I turn off the phone and run my fingers through my hair, glancing down the hallway as my leg bounces.
Just sex. It was just sex. Damn good sex. Fucking excellent sex. Twice ... and eating her out... I groan as my mouth waters. Luisa is more than sex, and I’m not stupid enough to ignore that. She has bite, finesse, intelligence,sex appeal, power ... she’s unafraid or hides it well which is another point for her.
It’s baffling how, when she’s around, the usual power shifts don’t apply. People who wouldn’t dare challenge me flinch at my temper, yet she meets my gaze without hesitation, throwing sass like a weapon, always ready to provoke. She’s not one to back down from a fight either.
How can I lose a woman like her? I don’t give a shit that she’s a detective. She’s a powerful strong woman who does shit the right way and thinks it through. She’s an asset in human form, a weapon, and, more importantly, a good person.
My thoughts don’t make the day last longer and when I report for dinner, I see Luisa in jeans and a proper shirt, one that fits her and compliments her. She has her purse and a small bag. Her eyes flick to me, dark, gorgeous, as intoxicating as the rest of her.
“Leaving?” I ask.
“Don’t die,” she says.
“You’d miss me,” I say.
She chews the inside of her lip as she looks me over. “Wear a shirt.”
“Getting possessive?”
