Donna walked over, pretending she wasn’t irritated by the pretty blonde with muscles, hanging on Lincoln’s arm. And to make matters worse, she had plump, dick-sucking, Angelinalips and not the ugly augmented kind. Her dick-suckers looked natural.
Donna got closer and peered into the woman’s blue eyes. After a second or two, she forced a smile. “Hello.”
Lincoln and his crew turned. Everyone but Ms. Big Lips greeted her with a smile. Still, Donna held her smile and moved closer to her man. She slipped her arm around his waist and looked up into his beautiful green eyes. “I got a lead, baby. I’ma go work it.”
“Is that safe?” Big Lips had the nerve to inquire.
Donna turned and looked at the woman as if she could smell her. She was ready to correct the high-handed hanger-oner, but before she could get a word out, Lincoln cut in. “How can I help, my love?”
Donna stood on her toes and pecked his lips. “I need your truck.”
He pulled the keys from his back pocket. “It’s yours.”
After a sweet forehead kiss, he whispered, “Be careful out there.”
Donna grabbed the keys and kissed his lips. “I will. I’ll call you later.
Lincoln nodded. Donna turned to make her way to the garage. But before she entered, she took one last look back at the bitch with the humongous lips. Hopefully, the look in her eyes was a warning that said, “Don’t try me!”
***
Donna flipped the visor to check her appearance. She’d made sure to remove any excess makeup, leaving nothing but a thin layer of eyeliner and lip-gloss. With a clean face, she could easily pass for her sister. After closing the visor, she grabbed her backpack from the back seat and hopped out. She walked through the 5thdistrict parking lot and went inside. Since she was the spitting image of her twin, she didn’t have to stop atthe front desk. Instead of the elevator, she opted for the stairs and jogged up to the 2ndfloor where they housed the Area 2 Detectives Division.
On her way to her sister’s desk, she nodded inconspicuously at a few people. Donna was there to get all of Bella’s files on her current investigation into their attackers. She also wanted to do a deep dive into Bella’s recent felony arrests. Maybe there was an Asian connection in her recent investigations.
Donna had only been rummaging through Bella’s files for ten minutes when she heard the distinct bellow of Lieutenant Crawly. She could tell he was getting closer as he fussed about incomplete case reports. With no intention of explaining her miraculous recovery, she grabbed an arm full of files and hurried off in the other direction. She fled the station in a hurry and hopped into Lincoln’s truck.
It took thirty minutes to get to Bella’s South Shore home. After parking in the driveway, Donna grabbed her backpack along with Bella’s files and climbed out the truck. She searched her pockets and pulled out her keys. On the ring, was a set of keys to her sister’s house and her 1970 jet-black Chevelle.
Donna advanced up the walkway and pushed her inconveniently long hair out of her face as she skipped up the porch steps. After letting herself in, she dropped the bag on the floor, placed the files on the cocktail table, and made a beeline for the wine fridge. Before long, she’d created the perfect setup that included a chilled glass of pinot grigio and Power streaming on the television.
Donna grabbed Bella’s laptop off the coffee table and powered it up. She logged into her sister’s Facebook page and took a quick selfie. She uploaded the selfie and posted, “There’s no place like home.”
Hopefully, whoever attacked her sister was stalking her social media. And if they were, Donna hoped their efforts would lead them right to her. She grabbed her .45 caliber semi-automatic pistol from between the cushions of the couch and racked the slide, making sure there was a bullet in the chamber. The attackers could come calling if they wanted. But when or if they did, they’d better be prepared to eat a fully-loaded magazine of hot-ass lead.
Donna returned her weapon between the cushions and pulled a plush throw up to her chin. She grabbed the remote and turned up the volume, eager to find out who killed Ghost.
Not fifteen minutes into her show, Donna heard a noise coming from the back of the house. She tossed the blanket to the side and grabbed her weapon. After muting the television, she eased to stand and pointed her gun toward the back of the house. She tipped across the living and dining rooms and paused in the dark hallway. She placed her back against the wall and inhaled a deep, calming breath. When she’d built enough courage to battle the enemy in the dark hall, she whipped around and pointed her weapon in the direction of a potential intruder.
Unfortunately, danger was closer than Donna had thought. Large fingers secured her wrist, pushing her weapon to the side. More fingers clutched her throat. She had been pulled her into the dark hallway and forced against the wall by someone terrifyingly strong.
Donna couldn’t use strength against her attacker, so she relied on speed. She lifted her knee with the intention of connecting with every man’s soft spot. But her attacker twisted, protecting himself with a strong thigh.
Donna inhaled, calming herself before what might become the fight of her life. But she was thrown off by the familiar scent of the man she loved.
“What are you doing here, my love?” It was the same bedroom voice that had been driving her crazy since the day they’d met.
Donna smacked Lincoln’s chest and melted with relief. “What the fuck, Lincoln?”
With his hold still on her throat, Lincoln pried the gun from her fingers and placed it on a side table. “I’ve been looking all over for you. Thank God I remembered that I have OnStar in my truck.” Lincoln flipped the light switch in the hall and glared at her through narrowed lids. “I know what you’re doing, and I do not approve.”
Donna frowned. “I don’t need your approval.”
Lincoln raised a brow and moved his face closer to hers. “Don’t you?” he asked as his fingers tightened around her throat. His nostrils flared as his expression turned angry. In defiance, Donna tried to push off the wall, but Lincoln pushed her back, forcing her to remain in place. “Don’t test me, Donatella. You’re playing a dangerous game, my love. And you’ve picked the wrong opponent.”
Donna didn’t like being scolded, but Lincoln’s deep, sexy baritone and clean, masculine scent was overwhelmingly baiting her softer side. She wanted to assert her independence and authority over her own actions, but all she could think about was being up under him, clawing his muscular ass while crying out his name.
“Come here!” he grunted before pressing his lips to hers.
