“No, you did not.”
“You’re doubting your wife?”
“Let’s just say I deal with facts while you deal with fiction.”
“Oh, here we go.” She took long strides, powering away from me. “I don’t deal in fiction and what do you mean about following your rules?”
“Well, since we’re married, you’re required to do as I say at all times.”
I knew that would get a rise out of her. She stopped on a dime, spinning around to face me with such anger on her face as she stormed toward me, I was certain she had intentions of slapping the hell out of me.
Kind of kinky if you ask me.
I knew the little woman far too well. She raised her hand and as she likely expected, I grabbed her by the wrist, even pinning her against the wall.
“I would think twice about your actions, little girl.”
“Very funny. It will be a cold day in hell with your body decomposing before I obey you.” Even though the words were harsh, her tone pushed me to full arousal.
“You should be very careful what you say to me, my luscious wife. Your words do turn me on very much.”
“Forget it, buddy. You’re not touching me.” Yet even as the words slipped from her lips, she wrapped her free hand around my jacket, dragging me closer.
“And what do you think you’re doing?”
“Our kiss was interrupted. You owe me.” She crushed her lips across mine, two of her fingers driving through the gap between buttons on my shirt. Her touch always managed to calm me. Very few things did.
Yet the kiss itself was combustible, too much so for the level of danger we were in. I had to admit, the taste of whateverpeppermint candy was lingering in her mouth was as much a powerful aphrodisiac as the woman herself.
Seconds later, I decided it was best to control my desires. While the trio upstairs might eliminate the remaining soldiers, that didn’t mean we were out of the woods. I had a feeling they’d brought in reinforcements. The same questions applied as before. Were they after my new bride or both of us?
The Brotherhood.
Goddamn it. I’d had a very bad feeling our time spent with the motherfuckers hadn’t been over.
If only I’d followed my instincts years before then maybe we wouldn’t be going through this.
Then again, I also likely wouldn’t be married to the beautiful woman determined to drive me to my knees.
CHAPTER 27
Donatello
“You have got to be kidding me.” As soon as two SUVs swung around the corner, following us at close speed, I pressed my foot down on the accelerator.
Emmeline swiveled in her seat, gripping the dashboard as she did.
“Two of them. The windows are tinted.”
“Of course they are.”
“Where the hell are we going?”
I had no fucking idea. “First, we outrun them.” At least given I was in a sports car that handled beautifully, I could handle the sharp curves of the mountainous road with ease. I rolled around several, hugging the outside line in a location where the drop-offs were tremendous.
One wrong move and we’d go careening off the side.
Emmeline continuously glanced from one side mirror to the other while I scanned the rearview mirror, catching glimpses of faces.
