She rolls her eyes. “Other than Casino Night, they wouldn’t think they’ve seen me. If I go in wearing one of Sullivan’s uniforms sans makeup, I can get in. Plus, men like that, they wouldn’t suspect a woman,” she smirks. “Only Italian men seem to know their women are nefarious.”
Aleksi huffs out a laugh. “Trust me, Russian men aren’t as foolish as you think.”
Maverick grins. “Are we forgetting my wife is known as ‘Karma?’ She used a fucking Molotov cocktail to blow up the manor Sabrina went to with Kane.”
Aleksi lets out a low whistle. “She’s so fucking cool. If Niko heard that, he’d probably have to go jerk offferociously.” He holds up two large fingers. “TWICE.”
I burst out in a laugh.
Maverick loses his grin and emits a very low growl.
“Okay… settle down,” Franny starts, diffusing the tension. “I’ll have one of the managers from Ironclad bring me a uniform in the morning.”
“Francesca…” Angelo warns.
“Amore…” She gives him a soft smile and cups his cheek; the tenderness in their gazes makes me miss Sabrina something fierce. I need my girl back. I need her in my arms. I need to smell her spun sugar, berries, and cinnamon scent. I need to feel the silkiness of her hair, her skin, her lips. Fuck. I cast my gaze downwards, away from their intimate moment, as Franny soothes her husband with quiet, little words only they can hear.
I am the unconquerable...
But what if right now,I’mthe fucking demon waiting to be unleashed?
I pull up the app and find Sabrina has not only moved from her room in the manor, but the history shows she’s been fucking moving around for the past two hours—slowly. She’s gumshoeing. Probably trying to find a way to get to Maks from the inside or driving herself crazy trying not to break.
“Don’t break, baby,” I mutter tomyself.
Chapter Sixteen
Sabrina.
Eleven hours prior
Don’t break, you stupid bitch.
I have expelled so much of the contents in my stomach from Kane kissing and touching me that I’m lightheaded. I’m going to fly to Texas when all of this is over and eat a very hearty Bar-b-que meal with a substantial amount of southern-style sides. And french fries. My mouth waters. How can I be sickandhungry? Oh, great. Now I'm irritated that I’m hungry. I’m feeling so many feelings and it’s all making my skin crawl.
While Kane has kept his promise and has ‘treated me like a queen’ by taking me on a shopping spree to replace whatever I lost in the fire, the last thing I want to be doing isshopping. I change into the new black high-waisted, wide-leg trousers, a black wool turtleneck, and little vintage Oxfords. Okay, maybe I do feel slightly better now that I’m out of sooty clothes.
I’m also a bit ticked off at Raven.
She had to blow up the manor?
And where did she go? Granted, seeing Maverick in disguise and hearing him use an English accent was amusing, but she put me in a predicament.
I saved Kane.
I heard the window smash and pulled him down just in the nick of time before the first floor exploded and caught fire.
And now he won’t stop calling me his little angel and kissing me every time he looks at me.
Ugggghhhhhhhhhh.
I’m getting fucking hives.
I miss Parker.
Islip on the last piece that will hopefully taper down the hives that want to burst along my hands—new gloves—then throw on the black coat. I leave the dressing room to find Kane sitting there, staring blankly at me, rubbing his chin with his thumb and forefinger. He smiles brightly at me. “Better?”
“Much,” I nod.
