“Not even a little bit, sweet Ambrosia.”
“No sex for a year. Seriously. What’s your code?”
“Fine. Four. Three. Two. One.”
I could feel the heat of her gaze. “Your entire identity is going to be hacked. You do know that. People would love to be the powerful, brutal enforcer.”
“That’s not what I am.”
“Bullshit.”
Rolling my eyes, I continued speeding, able to stay just enough ahead of them. What was their plan from here?
She was busy looking at something and when she made a phone call, I reached for the phone again. “What are you doing?”
“Trust me,” she barked back, cursing under her breath in words I couldn’t detect. “Well, hi there.”
She wasn’t making the statement to me.
“Did you happen to land in Brazil a couple hours ago and are you currently following a black Charger down a rural, mountainous road? Hoping to fire off a couple rounds?”
What the fuck?
Leaning forward, I stared into the rearview mirror, even slowing down so I could determine what we were dealing with.
“Uh-huh. We’re in the Charger, brother of mine. Do me a favor. We’ve had a shitty few days. Don’t add killing us onto the list.”
I slammed my hand onto the steering wheel a half dozen times. “Damn it. Damn it!”
“Don’t mind the noise. That’s just Donatello having a meltdown.” She threw me a look, even blowing me a kiss. “Yes, we’ll pull over when we can find a place. See you soon.”
As soon as she lowered the phone, she burst into laughter.
“I was not having a meltdown,” I insisted, flicking my eyes from her back to the rearview.
“Yes, you were.”
“How in the hell did you know Alexander was following us?”
“If you’d answered the call at the church or hadn’t turned your ringer off, then you might have known they’d already landed and were headed in our direction since Alexander received a tip we might be facing danger.” There was still heavy amusement in her voice.
Huffing, I finally noticed a turnoff a half mile ahead. “We were getting married. I didn’t want the interruption. Did you?”
We stared at each other until a horn coming from the opposite direction caught my attention and I had to swerve to stay in the correct lane.
“No, I didn’t.” Her admittance was subtle, her voice alluring.
And my cock twitched all over again.
After making the turn, I slowed significantly. “Let’s just get the hell out of Brazil. Okay? It’s not safe here.”
“Then what?” she asked, tipping her head toward me. “Have you thought about that?”
No, I had not. At least since leaving the church. “Let’s take one thing at a time. Okay?”
“Fine. Fair enough.”
Almost as soon as I pulled over, the two SUVs surrounded us, finding a spot to park a few yards away. Before the group climbed out, I yanked my weapon into my hand, easing onto the cracked pavement to ensure there weren’t additional soldiers prepared for a violent drive-by.
