Matteo
What a chain of fucking events.
The meeting with Gucci was always going to end in bloodshed. He deserved a bullet simply for using a name like that as an alias. The information he’d provided in the past had been worth a couple of bucks, but the only reason he insisted on meeting today was because Gucci grew a set of balls and decided to let me know he’d aligned with the Cartel.
Which is the only reason I’m here, because if you’re gonna make stupid decisions and side with those untrustworthy pricks, you’re gonna pay the price. Blood has been shed for a lot less.
But the tricky fucker managed to land a couple of shots. It was mostly dumb luck, since he fired randomly in response to me jumping him first. It was a miracle—him landing a shot—but not the miracle of the day.
Her scent wafted to me, and even clouded by chemicals, it was so sweet and tasty, my teeth ached. At first, I thought it was a dream, like one of those fever dreams full of noise, touch, andtaste. Even after my eyes were open, I seriously thought I was still dreaming…until she looked at me. And then I was falling.
She chose me.
Naturally, I wasn’t letting a woman that smart go.
I wasn’t lying about the camera feed…exaggerating a fair bit, but not outright lying. Any good hacker would be able to jump the PD firewall if they knew where to look. Since only my pack knew where I was, the risk of anyone randomly checking this video feed was low. Still, it made a decent point and ultimately got me the girl.
“God, you weigh a ton,” she mutters under her breath as we finally stagger away from the alley.
“This way,” I insist as I lean harder on her, stopping her from trying to take me back into The Dock.
Killing a recently pledged member of the Cartel is bad enough; it would be infinitely worse if I got caught doing so in the neutral zone. And since our family has enough going on, without being sanctioned by the Council, I’m not above manipulating the little cutie to help me over to our side of town where I parked.
Up this close, it’s painfully obvious something isn’t quite right with my rescuer. She’s too thin, but more worrying are the secrets in her caramel-colored eyes. Though she has the determination of a goddamn elephant—maybe the strength of one too, judging by the way she’s dragging me along.
“My keys are in my pocket,” I say with a grunt before we step out of the shadows.
Without realizing the danger, she digs her hand into my pants pocket, and Imaystumble a little more, so her fingers brush over my cock. If I’m going to die, at least I’ll die knowing she felt me up.
Hearing her breath hitch when her handaccidentally on purposeglances over my dick is kind of like a death knell forboth of us. Whether by choice or by force, I won’t be able to let her walk away. Not after she’s seen my face and touched my dick. Anyway, that’s my excuse, and I’ll use it for the rest of our days.
I watch her glare right at me as she digs my keys out of my pocket.
“Dying wish and all.” I half smirk, then fully succumb to my injuries—for show, of course.
I groan with each step we take closer to my car.
“You’re gonna have to drive. I promise I’ll make it up to you,” I murmur softly, probably going too far with the act, but my skills have gotten her to keep helping thus far. She eases me into the passenger side before gliding into the driver's seat.
And then she seals her own fate by making my CT5-V Blackwing purr. She knows how to drive a stick. This woman is my soulmate.
“Where to?” she growls over the idling of the rumbling engine.
After plugging in the coordinates for her to follow, I tap her arm. “I’m not going to die on you.”
“Kind of seeing that for myself now.” She half glares at me before I cut off her mood with a glare of my own, which she answers with a roll of her eyes.
She checks her blind spot, all but confirming what a good person she is, considering it’s early morning and there’s no one around. I swear she’s talking under her breath about being too trusting, but when she turns back to face me, she’s all business.
“Are we good?” I push, leaning back against the chair with my eyes closed, simply enjoying how comforting it is being with her in a confined space. God, her scent is alluring as she is. It’s like warm, sweet, homemade caramel, full of butter and sugar, and it makes my mouth water.
“Yeah. I hate being dragged into stuff I don’t know anything about.”
“I’ll protect you.”
“From?”
“All the bad guys.”
