“Where are you going?” Leo’s rough morning voice murmured against the back of my neck.
I startled. “You were awake?”
“I am now.” His grip tightened slightly around my waist before loosening again. “Answer the question.”
“To shower,” I whispered.
I slowly rolled onto my back and found him already watching me through heavy-lidded eyes. Dark hair messy from sleep. Black tattoos disappearing beneath the sheets. His jaw rough with stubble. Too handsome. It should have been illegal for someone so cruel to look like that first thing in the morning.
“What?” I asked suspiciously.
“I had an idea,” he said with a slow smile.
“That sentence alone makes me nervous,” I giggled.
The corner of his mouth twitched faintly. “I want to take you somewhere today.”
“I don’t feel like going out,” I muttered, remembering the dinner where I’d unsuccessfully tried to run away. He killed a man in cold blood just for touching me. I certainly didn’t want a repeat of that on my conscience.
“You don’t even know where.”
“That’s never stopped you before,” I reminded him.
He ignored that. “We’re picking up Sienna first.”
My breath caught so sharply it hurt. “What?”
His gaze stayed fixed on mine, steady and unreadable. “You heard me. We’re picking up your little sister.”
“You’re lying.”
“I’m offended,” he said in mock outrage. “You’re so mean. I hate you.”
“Stop imitating me.” My pulse was already racing. “Why would you take me to see Sienna?”
“Because she asked me to.” He shrugged.
Confusion silenced me for a second. “What?”
“She likes me,” he said dryly. “Terrible judgment on her part.”
A laugh escaped me before I could stop it. A real laugh. Leo looked genuinely startled by the sound, and somehow that only made me laugh harder. Warmth flooded my chest so suddenly it scared me.
“I love that little sound,” he murmured quietly, watching me too closely now. The softness in his voice made my stomach flutter in the most humiliating way imaginable. I looked away first.
“You’re serious?” I asked carefully. “About Sienna?”
“Yes.”
“Where are we taking her?” I asked, worried.
His expression shifted into something smug. “The zoo.”
I blinked. “The zoo?”
“You seem shocked.”
“You’re The Serpent,” I informed him. “Mafia men don’t go to the zoo.”
