I squint at her. "So you're going to lie to her?"
"God dammit, Gabe." She sets the coffee mug down so hard on the granite counter that I'm sure it cracked. She brushes ahand through her hair and sends me the evil eye. God, she's so fucking beautiful in her exasperation. I want to sit her down on the counter, spread her legs and?—
"It's okay to lie to a grieving mother," she interrupts my dirty thought. Fuck, but I'm already hard again. That woman is going to be the death of me.
"Yeah," I nod, "Not going to happen." A hiss announces my espresso is done.
"What the hell is that supposed to mean?" she challenges, coming at me with blazing eyes.
I lean back against the counter. "That it's too dangerous for you to leave the hotel. Salazar is still out there." I take that first delicious sip. Not as good as her pussy, but beggars and all that….
With a slap I honestly didn't see coming, the coffee cup leaves my hand and crashes against the fridge. Did she just slap my espresso out of my hand? Fuck, she's hot.
"You can call her," I offer while blood leaves pretty much every part of my body to fuel my tortured cock.
"I can call her?" she mocks, disbelief in her voice, and her hands pushed into her hips.
I nod. "Yes. You can give her all the reassurance you like, and?—"
"I. Need. To. See. Her," she spells out. "In person. I owe her that."
"You don't owe her anything," I clarify. "And I need you alive. I'm not letting you risk your life over something so stupid."
The moment the words are out of my mouth, I know I made a mistake… then again, the last time I got her this enraged, we ended up having the best sex of my life.
She growls, yes, literallygrowlsat me, "I already told you that you won't beletting medo anything, so that's not going to fly with me."
I step closer, a wide grin on my face, willing my dick to stay at least somewhat confined in my pants.
"Oh, no." She pushes against my chest, which, honestly, is rather useless, given our size and strength difference. She seems to come to the same conclusion, and I guess I must not be very successful at hiding the lust in my eyes. She huffs, turns around, and stalks out of the room.
I would have followed her, but just then, my phone buzzes. If it wasn't Kale, I wouldn't have answered it, but this is probably about the e-mail from a few days ago. Catarina's screams echo in my head and kill any pleasure I might have derived from antagonizing Audra further.
"Talk," I press out.
"I got into the email account," he doesn't waste time.
My grip tightens around the phone. My sister's face flashes in front of my eyes. Her voice. That recording… I shut it down. Now's not the time.
"The email was sent from a burner phone."
Naturally. He wouldn't be bothering me with that, though.
"They got sloppy, though, and accessed it twice," Kale continues. "Once to send you the email."
"And the second?" I ask, already moving towards the front door before he answers.
"They made a call."
That's all I need. "Trace it."
"Already did," he replies. "Another burner phone. But?—"
I check my gun, make sure it's locked and loaded and that I have a spare in my inside pocket. "Location," I cut in.
"An internet café on the southside."
"Active?" I ask.
