Want to talk about awkward?
Being in an elevator with two federal agents and the most wanted man in the country, who you are in love with. I cleared my throat as the elevator made its slow climb up the building. “Maybe, when this is all over, we all could go on a triple date?”
James' head slowly turned to me, his dark eyes flaring. His jaw was so tight, I was pretty sure he was a second away from shattering it. Col chuckled and looked at his feet.
“Such a shit starter,” he muttered.
I stared at him for the remainder of the ride, taking in his simple black T-shirt and jeans that James fetched for him. His tattoos were more striking as color and signs of health had come back to his skin. His arms were covered in ink, and seeing him in just a t-shirt was beginning to make me dizzy.
We were brought into an interrogation room, where James informed us he would be right back. Collin and I were sat beside each other, our backs to the window. I smiled a bit, knowing James did that on my behalf.
My eyes found Col's body once more, and my mouth salivated.
He was here. Alive.
My beautiful art.
My Collin was alive and here with me.
My soul was happy.
It was finally over. Romano’s horror was over.
“Karina,” my demon grumbled.
My eyes snapped to his. His pupils were dilated making him look almost feral. “Yes?” I rasped.
“Stop looking at me like you want me to bend you over this fucking table,” he quipped, baring his teeth. My body hummed with need, and my nipples pebbled under my shirt. His eyes dropped to my chest and my heart skipped a beat.
“Never stop looking at me,” I pleaded, my voice soft.
“I plan on looking at you for the rest of my damn life, baby,” he said, leaning down to capture my lips. I whimpered at his fierceness and urgency. I almost lost him…our chance at happiness.
Pulling back slightly, I whispered, “Don’t you ever take a bullet for me again.”
He growled and brought our hands up so he could grip the front of my shirt, holding me to him. “I will take every fucking bullet that comes your way. I will protect you from any threat, angel. Don’t you ever say that again.”
“Col,” I whimpered.
“Who owns you?” he asked harshly, bringing our forehead together.
“You do,” I breathed. He let go of my shirt and brought our hands up so that mine could press against his chest. Underneath his shirt, I could feel the bandages from his incision. He tried to press my hand harder, but I resisted. He still had a long road to go before he would be fully recovered. Dr. Stevens said Collin would have avoid stressful situations and take it easy.
Yes, a doctor told the new head of the mafia totake it easy.
“Who owns this?” he asked, his voice soft—vulnerable. His eyes met mine, bouncing back and forth, like he was trying to memorize the color of them. His ice melted away for me, showing me how much I meant to him. “Who owns my heart, Karina?”
My face crumbled, and tears broke free. He dipped his head and kissed them away, slowly and tenderly. As if I was made of glass.
“Answer the question, angel. Who owns my heart?”
“I do,” I cried. A low groan came from him before his lips crashed down on mine, kissing me harshly. Our lips movedtogether in a frenzy of love as his tongue met mine, and a moan slipped from me.
“That’s right, baby. You own me. The rest of my life will be to serve you,” he rasped before kissing me again. I gripped the front of his shirt, holding him as close as I could, handcuffed together like a modern-day Bonnie and Clyde.
“You are the only one,” he growled against my lips.
“Why is she in handcuffs?”
