“Big?”
Her innocence was so refreshing, I laughed, pulling her to me and kissed her swollen lips. “For you, yes.” I teased her lips with mine, waiting until the day I could take her. She settled back into the crook of my arm. Right now, she didn’t know me and until Rex was taken care of, she remained at risk. Fucking her would just make me vulnerable to her safety and I couldn’t have that. I needed to be alert.
I’d snuck back into Nathaniel’s home. Although they were still searching for me, they didn’t figure I’d be brave enough to return. But I did. With the right amount of pressure on their necks, the two guards posted outside his bedroom went to sleep, permanently. I’d dragged their bodies into a room to prevent detection. And when I stole my way into his bedroom, Nathaniel was in a sorry state. I figured he wouldn’t have long to live but I couldn’t take that chance.
Waking him up from the sleep they’d induced with medication to stop the pain, I made sure he was looking me in the eyes when I shot him in the heart, using his pillow as a silencer. I covered his body with the blanket and hid the damaged pillow. Anyone walking in to check on him would assume he was sleeping. By the time they found him, I’d be long gone. Because most of the men were out searching for me, there were a handful of men patrolling the property. Waiting for the right moment, I got my hands on one of his men, and using him as a shield, I had him drive my car out of the estate. Once outside the gate, I popped the fucker in the head and rolled his body into a ditch before driving off.
Now, I stared down at the sweet girl sleeping next to me. Her lips in a soft smile, her ivory cheeks flushed, her breath a soft melody, I couldn’t help feeling a tightness in my chest at the thought of losing her. And I was the one that laughed at Katarina and Declan when they spoke of falling in love at first sight. I called it bullshit then. Now, I called it,I’m fucked.
Two hours later Ria woke, and I hustled her out of the house as soon as we were ready to leave. “If you had a car here, why did we stay the night?” She frowned, climbing into the passenger seat.
“Why?” I cocked my head to one side. “Did you not enjoy spending the night with me or should I say the morning.” I winked. A deep crimson flushed her cheeks. Laughing, I twisted my body slightly and leaned toward her. “Still shy?” My hand on her thigh, I inched upward and under the hem of my shirt, she was wearing. I kept a duffel in my trunk with a spare t-shirt and button-down. She’d opted for the button-down. “I thought you wanted me to fuck you?”
Her jaw dropped on a gasp. “I-I”
“I what, baby girl? You don’t want me to fuck you?” I rolled my forefinger over her slit and she writhed under my touch. Biting her lower lip, she refused to look at me. With another laugh, I pulled my hand away and slid a finger under her chin, turning her face to look at me. “I will fuck you.”
Before she could respond, I turned away and started the car. An hour later, I was handing her to an extremely happy Ishara, who Kat had calmed about Ria’s safety. As I drove away, I caught sight of Rex in the rearview mirror. He was calling someone and that got my hackles up. I dialed Declan.
“Glad to hear you survived the night,” he muttered after the third ring. I knew what got him riled the second he added, “can’t say the same for Nathaniel Prescott though.”
“Yeah, fucker got what was coming to him,” I scoffed.
“And Sam’s not happy.”
My grip tightened on the wheel, knowing what had gone down last night. “Tell Sam he called me in remember and when did I ever follow rules?”
“Rex is still a problem though and those memory cards are sitting pretty somewhere between Nathaniel’s casket and his den. The good thing is, it can’t be used. The bad is that we don’t know if Rex is selling it to someone else.”
“Sam’s got two ways to handle this. My way or his. Call me.” I cut the call. My way was a one-way ticket straight to hell and Sam knew it.
13
Gianna aka Ria (17years)
Three days after all the shit went down with Jake, Harsh drove me to Ishara’s place. She hadn’t told my parents what had gone down that night which was a blessing because they would’ve worried every time I stepped out of the house. Now, he and I stared out the windshield our mouths gaping at the scene in front. The road outside Ishara’s apartment was buzzing with cop cars, black SUV’s and official-looking guys. Ishara was leaning against her car, her eyes red-rimmed and puffy.
