Thrust.
“All.”
Thrust.
“Mine.”
She climaxed around me, her body shaking, but I didn’t let up. I slammed into her over and over, taking out my frustrations on her curvy, delicious body. “I love you. You know that?” I hissed.
She nodded.
“Give me one more, baby girl,” I ordered before I twisted her head until her mouth was on mine. She gave me one more, and I gave it right back to her, filling her with all of me trying to ignore the thoughts in my head. Screaming at me.
My dream was never really my dream.
Baseball was never really baseball.
It was a ticket to the underworld.
Chapter Twenty-Nine
Kay
I was going home.
Three months ago, I thought I would never be able to say those words again, but he was letting me go home. Letting is a strong word…my demon didn’t want me to go.
The water was clear today, the lake around us was calm after last night’s storm.
“Angel.”
I jumped at his voice, and then his presence was behind me a moment later.
Both of us stood in front of his bedroom window, watching the midmorning sun shine down on the water as he wrapped his arms around me. I was still wrapped in his dark bed sheet, having only gotten up a few moments before. He had been up since before the sun. He told me that was when did his workout, which solved the mystery of how his body was so well maintained and beautiful. Yes, beautiful. Scars and all.
His scars were a part of him, and I loved all of him.
Col admitted he wasn’t ashamed of them when I asked why he kept them hidden from me.
My body is just as ugly and striking as the demon inside of me, Angel.
“You don’t have to go alone. I appreciate the gesture, but I can fight my own battles,” he said, dipping his face to my neck and sighing. I blinked, mentally shaking off his words from a few nights ago.
It had been three days since Ray Romano’s death, and Collin’s men had been spreading the news through the channels of the underworld. Drug lords, weapons dealers, mayors, mafia regional bosses, and managers of MLB teams were coming forward slowly to acknowledge Collin as the new mafia king. Even a Russian phone call came. However, the companion that usually came with change was stubbornness. There were some who still needed convincing.
While Collin traveled to various cities, earning the loyalty that was rightfully his, I would be going home to…neutralize a different kind of a threat.
My family.
After that, Collin and I could be together. Ten years too late, but who’s counting?
My heartstrings tugged at his words.
Of course, I wanted him to come with me. I wanted to walk into my uncle’s bar hand in hand and be welcomed with open arms. Maybe someday.
Three nights ago, we both let down our walls. He told me everything he could about the mafia.
Col warned me he was still in danger, and he eased my worries about this not being over. Ray Romano’s death almost seemed too easy. My mind was struggling to believe that he was really gone, but I supposed all death was like that in a way. It took me five months to believe Dad was dead. Jeremy believed it the second Sullie told him. My chest tightened at the thought of my brother. He would be the hardest battle to face.
