“No,” he chuckles. “You want to tell me why you were at Xander’s garage?”
I bark a laugh. “Are you fucking joking? You want to tell me why you said I had five minutes, and you guys rolled in two minutes later?”
“We moved faster than I thought.”
I roll my eyes. “I don’t have the time or patience for your shit, Zane.”
“Where’sPlayboy?”
“How the hell should I know? He’s your informant,” I say, playing dumb. I know exactly where he is. He’s currently going through withdrawals from whatever shit he was on with Gerald and Boone. They helped many of our guys when they started sampling products when they shouldn’t.
“You’re the last one to see him,” Zane sighs. “Look, he’s a good kid. Shit life. You know the story.”
The same story every gangbanger usually has. Shitty home life and turned to a life of crime. “He’s fine, and that’s all you need to know.”
“You can’t blame me for asking. I paid a visit to Xander’s garage, which was locked up tight, which is weird, don’t you think?”
“Okay. What’s your point?”
“I let myself in through a side door; it was suspiciously clean for a garage.”
That’s because Mani cleaned it up after he took care of Xander’s body for me at the docks. “Are you going somewhere with this or?” I let the question hang in the air; he would eventually get to the fucking point.
“You were there, Alessa,” he says. “Where’s Xander?”
I snort. “Come on, Zane. What do you want me to say here?”
“The truth.”
I can’t help but laugh. “That’s rich coming from you. I have important shit to take care of now.” I hang up, and before I can toss it back on the bed, it pings with a message. I swipe it open.
Zane
I’m not your enemy.
You still a cop?
Then yes, you are.
I toss it on the bed and ignore the pings coming from it. I know I shouldn’t entertain Zane, but I need to keep him on my side as much as possible, even if I have to ignore that his voice still slides over me like honey.
My door opens, and Dex steps in, stopping dead in his tracks,when he notices I’m standing in nothing but a white lacy bra and matching thong. My mind goes back to his control, finally snapping and taking what he’s been wanting. I know we haven’t completely cured him, but it’s close. I can’t explain what it feels like to finally have this part of Dex back, even if he’s still fighting his demons.
“Can I help you?” I tease because he’s still staring.
“Fuck,” he rasps. “I came up here to check on you.”
“As you can see, I’m fine.”
“Fuck yeah, you are.” He takes a step toward me, and I hold myself perfectly still. Bending down, he slants his mouth over mine, and I have to clench my hands into fists to keep from reaching out to jerk him closer. I want nothing more than to mold myself to his big body, to feel those muscles slide against my naked skin. He jerks his mouth away. “Bend over the side of the bed.”
My breath hitching, I do what he says, laying the top half of my body on the bed, and tilting my ass toward him. I feel his hands at my hips, peeling my panties down my legs, careful not to touch me anywhere else. I want nothing more than to feel that thin string he has on his control snap. I want to feel that dominant side I can feel lurking just below the surface. I want him to take me, own me like I know he wants but can’t push past his fear of touch. “Spread your legs wider.” I widen my stance, and he groans, “Good girl.”
I moan at his words and arch my hips toward him, begging him to touch me. “Please, Dex.”
“What do you want, Baby girl? You want me to fuck this needy pussy?” I hear his clothes rustling and the sound of him unzipping his jeans. “You want me to bury my cock so far in you that you forget everything else?”
“Yes,” I groan. “Please.”
