She does, clenching around me, screaming my name, and I follow her over, emptying myself inside her with a groan.
We collapse together, both breathing hard, sweat-slicked and satisfied.
And for a moment, lying there tangled together, I let myself admit what I've been avoiding.
Luc was right.
I'm not just letting her play anymore.
I'm falling.
Maybe I've already fallen.
The question is: is she playing me, or is she falling too?
We're still lying tangled together, her head on my chest, my hand stroking lazy circles on her back, when my phone rings.
I should ignore it. Should stay here in this moment.
But the ringtone is the one I assigned to Agent Monroe.
Which means this is about Gabriel.
Fuck.
"I have to take this," I say, already sitting up.
"Okay." Sera doesn't move, just watches me with those dark eyes.
I step into my office, closing the door.
"Talk."
"It's confirmed," Monroe says. "Gabriel Romano has been working with the FBI for eighteen months. Federal witness protection. He's feeding information to a task force building RICO cases."
My blood goes cold. "What kind of information?"
"Morozov operations primarily. But also yours. Shipment routes. Money laundering. Names." He pauses. "He doesn't know everything, but what he knows is enough to be dangerous."
"Where is he?"
"Safe house in New Jersey. Heavy protection. The task force running him is serious about keeping him alive."
"Can you get me a location?"
"Mr. Nero?—"
"Can you get me a location?" I repeat, voice deadly quiet.
"I'll try. But if you go after him?—"
"I'm aware of the consequences."
I hang up and stand there, processing.
Gabriel Romano. Sera's brother. The man I promised her I wouldn't kill.
Is a federal informant.
