Leaning down, he pressed his lips to mine, sucking in my bottom lip. His hand curled around my neck as he deepened the kiss, and I matched him, wrapping my arm around his waist.
I shouldn’t be enjoying this.
My fingers curled into his shirt at the small of his back, pleasure filling me, and my pussy pulsed with the need to have him. Pulling back from him, I whispered, “Go.”
A quick press of his lips to my forehead and he left. I stood there until the latch on the door clicked shut.
I flopped onto the couch and grabbed one of the pillows, groaning into it loudly.
I was so fucking screwed.
Chapter 18
Fuck,eachstephurt.She’d known exactly what she was doing by grabbing my jeans over the dress pants. When I reached my door, I leaned against it for a moment, trying to collect myself.
What was it about her? Where there should have been hatred for her, there was nothing but warmth and the need to obey.
Shaking my head, I entered the code and walked in. Harley jumped up from the chair as I tossed my dirty clothes into the closet.
“What’s up, man? Since when do you allow Elin to come into your office? I thought you’dneverlet her in here.”
Shrugging, I went to my desk and carefully sat down, which of course Harley fucking noticed. He lifted his eyebrow at me. “Guy last night got a good hit in. Don’t worry about it. What do you have for me?”
“Nothing on the FBI front.” He came over to my desk and hit the button to stop the recording device I had running in here. “Rhea.”
Leaning back in my chair, I crossed my arms over my chest. “You know my father. He’s never going to let her go. Not while he’s breathing. And if I don’t get her out of the city soon.” I trailed off, not wanting to finish that sentence . . . out loud or in my head.
“We could get her out in a couple months. Will take some time to get her papers, a new identity.”
There was a sharpness to my voice that even I had learned to fear. “I don’t have the luxury of time. Every day she stays here, she’s a target. Not just for him, but for Juarez. You know what they’ll do if they catch wind of her leaving.” I let out a long breath as visions of what Juarez and my father would do to her went through my mind. “I won’t let that happen.”
Harley sighed and leaned forward, resting his elbows on the edge of my desk. “You’re not the first to try to slip someone out from under Don Azzaro’s thumb. He’s got eyes everywhere. Every alley, every tavern, every backstreet. You think you can just waltz out with her?”
“I’m not asking you to help me ‘waltz’ out. I need you to think. You’ve been around long enough. You know his coverage better than anyone. I need you to help me come up with a plan to get her out of here safely. My father wants her married to Juarez as soon as possible.”
My best friend smirked at me. “You think too highly of me. I’m not your damn strategist, Gavriel. Everyone in our territory knows what your face looks like. And your sister? Yeah, they know her too.”
“No shit, Sherlock.”
Harley tapped his fingers on the desk as he thought. “Getting her into another Don’s territory isn’t the problem. It’s getting her out of the city without him tracking her.”
Standing, I start pacing and running my hand through my hair, my fingers getting caught in the tie holding it back. Pullingit out, I let out a harsh breath. “How much time do we have before someone catches wind?”
He leaned back in his chair, thinking it through. “Depends on how fast you move. The biggest problem is losing the silent guards he put on her. Then he’ll be tracking credit cards and anything with your or her name on it.”
“Fuck, don’t I know it. He will know I’m in on it, considering . . .” I didn’t have to finish the sentence. Harley knew. “But I don’t have the luxury of waiting.”
“Agreed. I don’t think your sister should be anywhere near that bastard. I’ve seen enough of Juarez’s cruelty to know it doesn’t stop with his enemies.”
Nodding, I turned to face him. “We can’t use our usual forgers. Know anyone outside the family who can get us new documents for her?”
Harley shrugged. “I could contact Chase Kingsley. He might be willing to help us out.” I nodded as he stood and made his way back to the door. “Good. Because once you start, there’s no going back.”
“I know. I know. Talk to Chase if you think he’ll side with us.”
With one last nod, he headed out.
ThoughtsofElinkeptgoing through my mind even days later. It was the way she’d carefully applied the cooling cream, the way she’d just let me hold her for a moment after all was done, and the way she’d still treated me with care, even after she’d used the crop on me. My cock twitched at the memory of it all, and I readjusted the cage in my pants. I was interrupted by Harley busting through the door of my office. His face, usually a mask of controlled rage, sent cold dread coiling in my gut as helooked at me, thin lips and fury lined in every taut muscle of his body.
