“A rapist?” I retorted.
He tsked, his eyes darting around the room. “I’d be very careful about?—”
I shot up, my chair toppling over behind me, slapping my hands down on his table so hard, it attracted the attention of other people around us. “Are you an officer of the law or a lackey for criminals?”
He glanced around nervously. “Please, sit down,” he whispered. “The Rossi brothers are dangerous. They’re mafia, no one crosses them?—”
“So what you’re saying is I should just go home and forget what that man did to me?” I gritted.
He nodded then looked up as a heavily mustached man I assumed to be the chief, approached us. “Is everything all right,Signorina?”
Before I could respond, the officer fired off in rapid Italian. The red flush to his neck telling me he probably regretted taking my statement. Both men looked at me, their expressions filled with unease.
Peeved, I straightened at the same time my gaze connected with the very monster I wanted caged. A gaping pit of fear threatened to burst out of me when I realized he was studying every single expression crossing my face with unflinching interest. Then his lips parted in an irritatingly slow smile. And the scariest part about it, was that it appeared unmistakably genuine.
I snuffed the flinch and looked away, squaring my shoulders. “Remo Rossi is a criminal and deserves to be jailed,” I yelled loud enough to hear shocked gasps.
When the two men in front of me swallowed repeatedly, their expressions nervous, I rolled my eyes, grabbed my purse and walked out, ignoring their desperate calls to wait.
How I made it back to the hospital and finished my shift without crumbling, I’d never know.
twenty-eight
. . .
Remo– 36 years old
The crash of something falling over, followed by what sounded like someone hitting wood, drew my gaze over my shoulder and the attention of the room.
“Well, well, well, what do we have here?” A smile stretched my lips.
My little fox, the woman with those captivating amber eyes and succulent mouth that gagged around my cock so fucking perfectly, I’d swear she was crafted with me in mind, leaned over one of the officer’s desks, palms planted on the brown wood.
Pure determination burned across her beautiful face, her body language suggesting she was ready for war.
Intrigued, I turned away from the station chief who was helping me ease the mind of a witness before I took matters into my own hands and watched the spitfire grill the officer.
Anger made her voice rise an octave and the dumbass stared at her, glanced around then spoke softly. Whatever he said seemed to irk her more and as I waited for her outburst, the chief left my side, approaching them.
Their ensuing conversation further exasperated her. Lips pursed, she straightened, her eyes spotting me standing across the room with my hands in my pants pockets, one shoulder against the wall, my smirk effortless.
Alarm then wariness or perhaps fear, sprinted over her face a moment before heat pinked her cheeks, whether out of disbelief or embarrassment, I wasn’t sure. But her fight returned swiftly, glowing with rage yet seemingly in full control of her emotions. Surpassingly, that turned me the fuck on.
I cocked a brow and her eyes narrowed, her scowl deadly. Another second and she shifted her gaze to the officer.
Her easy dismissal hardened my dick and I noted the reaction with a grin. Looked like the fucker was way more interested in my little fox than I would’ve thought. But my brain misfired, intent on punishing that disregard. No one ignored me, least of all a woman I hadn’t even fucked.
Yet.
“Remo Rossi is a criminal and deserves to be jailed.” She didn’t even look at me when she yelled out loud enough for me to hear, subsequently rolling her eyes at the officer before storming out.
“Well, color me fucking interested.” She was toying with me and doing a damn good job too.
I was going to enjoy gagging that pretty little mouth of hers again. Or perhaps hate fucking her pussy was exactly what the doctor ordered. Of course, there was still the penalty of her knife throwing to be considered. While her sharp weapon would’ve caused considerable damage if it connected with the right vein, that gutsy act alone had me salivating to taste her blood once more.
The chief returned to my side and while he droned on about the witness, my thoughts drifted. Not to the man I planned to kill if he didn’t toe the line, to her.
My defiant little fox.
