He stares at me for a moment, then says, “In that case, move into my bedroom. When I come back, I want you to sleep in my arms every night.”
I like the idea very much and it brings a smile to my face. “Okay.”
“Kiss me, baby,” he orders in a tone that makes my abdomen clench while a mischievous smile tugs at the corner of his mouth.
I lift myself onto my tiptoes, but it doesn’t help at all. “You need to lean down.”
He shakes his head, playfulness all over his face.
I glance around the closet space, looking for something to stand on, but there’s nothing. Scowling at Georgi, I walk away so I can get a running start.
Either he catches me, or I face plant.
As I run toward him, my nightgown opens up, and when I launch myself at him, he easily catches me mid-air.
My breasts squash against his muscled chest, and I grab hold of his shoulders while slamming my mouth to his.
When I wrap my legs around his waist, my clit rubs against the bulges of his six-pack, and I moan into him.
“Fuck that,” he growls against my lips. “Work can wait another hour.”
He carries me back to the bed and takes a condom from the box before crawling onto the rumpled covers while I cling to him like a spider monkey.
Georgi lies down on top of me, and I’m completely covered by his much larger body. I feel so warm and protected, and getting lost in kissing him, I try not to think about him leaving to face the monsters who tortured me for close to a decade.
Chapter 28
Georgi
I caught up on sleep during the flight to Spain, and as Santino drives us in the direction Rosie gave, I’m checking my weapons.
It was dumb luck that she found the fuckers. Someone posted a video on social media of a sunset, and across the road was Boris and Anton, sitting on a porch.
There was a white Mercedes parked in the driveway of a shitty house that’s a far cry from the luxuries the two men must be used to.
“Get ready,” Santino tells all the men via his earpiece. “We want them alive.”
I check in my side mirror and see the two SUV’s tucked in close on our tail. Al and Frankie are right behind us with Jerry, Sal, and Braylon bringing up the rear.
I left a small army to guard the women, and Dad said he, Fabrizion, and Vincenzo would do regular checks for me.
Raya assured me she will spend a lot of time with Nina so they can get to know each other.
A smile tugs at the corner of my mouth. It will mean the world to me if they could become good friends.
Suddenly, a white Mercedes reverses out of a driveway before tearing down the road.
“Fuck.” Santino slams his foot down on the gas, and the SUV shoots forward.
The quiet town quickly falls behind us as we chase after Boris and Anton, and we manage to get close enough to verify that both men are in the car. Anton is in the passenger seat with Boris in the back. The guard whose name I can’t remember is driving.
Soon we find ourselves racing along mountain roads that wind down to Ronda, the engine roaring beneath our seats.
The road narrows, and to our left is the mountain wall, while on our right, there’s a steep cliffside.
Santino takes a sharp turn, gravel spraying beneath the SUV. The Mercedes barely holds around the bend, and a rock shoots up from its tires, hitting our windshield and making a crack splinter through the glass.
“Closer,” I order, my voice harsh with my need for vengeance. We’re too close to let the fuckers get away.
