“Right.” He agreed, not contrite at all.
“Someone is trying to kill you, Hazard,” I deadpanned.
His face went pale.Good. Maybe now he’d listen.
“Someone who is very powerful right now and has the resources of the mafia.”
The elevator stopped, and the doors started to open. I smacked the button to keep them closed and turned back.
“The least you could do is not make it harder for me to keep my fucking heart beating.”
His brows furrowed.
I grabbed him by the front of the button-up and yanked until our bodies collided. “You,” I snarled. “You’re my fucking heart.”
He stretched up on tiptoes, wrapped his arms around my neck, and tugged himself farther so our lips could seal.
I lifted him off his feet and kissed him back with desperation, growling as my lips devoured his. When I finally pulled back, we were both panting, and his dick angrily poked my belly. I set him down and stepped away, holding my trench in front of me to conceal my own erection.
“Kieran,” he complained, pushing his down.
“Leave it,” I demanded.
He made a face.
“That’s what you get for being a brat and running off by yourself while murderers are stalking around.”
“Even if they weren’t, I’d probably still get a lecture,” he muttered.
“Probably.” I allowed and shifted to stare at the tent in his pants. “But I might have taken care of that for you.”
He whimpered, and I grabbed his hand, folding mine around it. The elevator door slid open to the parking garage, and I tugged him behind me, using my body as armor for his.
“Come along then, little hazard. We have a car to fetch.”
CHAPTER
TWENTY-NINE
Haz
“Two-hundred and fiftydollars!” I exclaimed.
They had to be kidding.
But judging from the bored look on the police officer’s face as he stood behind the glass divider and the smug look on Kieran’s, I would guess this wasnota joke. Part of me thought Kieran was just making stuff up, you know, so I wouldn’t want to come and get my car.
Maybe I could appeal to his sense of justice. He was a police officer after all. Leaning in, I said, “I didn’t ask you to tow my car. Or put it here. Why should I pay for something I didn’t even ask for?”
“You want your car or not?” the officer answered.
Great. He had a personality like Kieran’s.
“Forget it,” I said, turning to go.
Kieran slapped a stack of cash on the counter, and I gaped as he slid it through the tiny window.
“You probably need that bulletproof glass because of the prices you make people pay to get back their own property,” I snarked.
