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  I sat up in bed, trying to understand if I’d really heard the sound or not. I could just be paranoid, hearing things that my mind invented.

  Then he stepped into the room, his shirt already gone and his jeans coming undone.

  Thank god.

  I moved to my knees and reached for him, needing that strong body on top of mine. I needed his warmth to feel safe, needed to be underneath him to know that nothing could hurt me.

  He got his jeans off then moved to me. “I’m here, baby.”

  My arms circled his neck, and I kissed him, kissed him with passion. I kissed him in apology, touching his body everywhere to make up for the way I’d savagely struck him. I fell back and pulled him with me. “Don’t leave…”

  “I won’t.” He separated my thighs with his knees and moved inside me. “I’m staying right here with you.”

  “Don’t ever leave me.” I pulled on his hips and felt his big dick all the way inside me. I moaned when I felt him, finally feeling safe now that this strong man was on top of me, inside me.

  “I won’t.”

  “Promise me.” I kissed him hard on the mouth, feeling him so thick and deep.

  His hand fisted my hair, and he deepened the angle, giving me more of his cock. He breathed into my mouth and gave me slow and deep thrusts. “I promise.”

  2

  Bones

  I could tell she didn’t remember much from the night before.

  She woke up at noon, threw up in the bathroom, had a glass of water, and then swallowed a few painkillers to thwart her migraine. She got back into bed, crawling like she could barely stand. She lay on the sheets, her eyes closed.

  I went into the kitchen and made lunch. I made her a sandwich with chips and a few cookies. She didn’t have a kitchen table, so I set everything on the coffee table. I walked back into the bedroom and found her exactly as I left her. “Baby.”

  “Hmm?” She didn’t open her eyes.

  “You should eat. I made lunch.”

  “Lunch?” she whispered.

  “Yes.”

  “What time is it, then?”

  “Almost one.”

  She sighed and dragged her hands down her face. “I feel like shit.”

  “You should.” I wouldn’t sweep her behavior under the rug like it was acceptable. She was stupid and reckless, and if I hadn’t promised I wouldn’t tie her up, she would be chained to the bed on her stomach so I could slap her ass with a belt. “Now, get up.”

  She finally sat up, still naked because that she hadn’t put any clothes on.

  I grabbed one of my shirts and helped her get it on. Then I grabbed a fresh pair of panties from the drawer and pulled them up her long legs.

  Her face was pale and she looked ill, but she still looked like the beautiful woman who stole my fascination. Once she was covered in my shirt, she was even more beautiful. She ran her fingers through her hair and pulled it out of her face. Then she blinked a few times as she woke up.

  I watched her, making sure she didn’t fall over. “Come on.”

  She finally got out of bed and walked into the living room. She sat down on the floor in front of the food and started to eat slowly, her eyes squinting because the afternoon light strained her eyes and her migraine.

  I shut the curtains.

  She instantly looked better.

  I sat on the other couch and watched her, hating myself for what was happening. I’d stormed out of the apartment because she’d insulted me in a brutal way, but I walked back in because I didn’t want to leave her.

  I also didn’t want to leave her when she was that drunk.

  If someone else came into the apartment, she wouldn’t be able to defend herself.

  Leaving her unprotected made me sick to my stomach, so I walked back inside.

  And I knew she wanted me to come back, even though she’d asked me to leave. I was hard before I made it through the door. She lay there, wishing I was between her legs and on top of her. She acted like she didn’t need me, but there was no place in the world safer than by my side—or underneath me.

  I found her exactly as I’d predicted, yanking me back into the bed.

  And making me promise never to leave again.

  She never wanted me to leave.

  I didn’t want to leave either.

  But I didn’t know what kind of promise I’d made—I just knew I wanted to keep it.

  Now I stared at her from the other couch, taking care of her because she was weak like a newborn deer that couldn’t walk. I’d never cared for another person in all my life, but now I was cooking for her and making sure she didn’t throw up and choke on her own vomit. I was making sure she had enough fluids and she was making it to the bathroom okay.

  How did I get here?

  She only ate half of her food, but that was plenty. At least she had something in her stomach. She started to lighten up a bit, the migraine finally disappearing and the color coming into her cheeks.

  I kept staring at her.

  She finally met my look.

  Minutes passed. The staring continued.

  I wondered how much she remembered. I wondered if she remembered the desperate way she pulled me back to bed and begged me to stay. I wondered if she remembered how good the sex was, how we kept going for an hour straight even though she was exhausted. I wondered if she remembered the promise she asked me to make.

  She ran her fingers through her hair and sighed.

  The second she was coherent, I had a few things to say. But I waited until the right moment.

  “I’m sorry.” Her apology rang through the air and filled the silence. It lowered the tension between us, addressed the obvious issue that needed to be dealt with. “I just… It was stupid.”

  “It was really fucking stupid.”

  “Does it sound like I’m disagreeing?”

  “But I don’t think you understand just how fucking stupid you were. Walking down the street in nothing but a dress and heels when it’s thirtysomething degrees outside—”

  “I know.”

  “Provoking those assholes like you’re invincible—”

  “I know.”

  “Interrupt me one more time and see what happens.” My nostrils flared because she was pissing me the fuck off. I had something to say, and it was a lot more valuable than the excuses she was going to give.

  She crossed her arms over her chest, her mouth shut.

  “The Vanessa Barsetti I know is strong, smart, and doesn’t take shit from anybody. She’s not reckless and arrogant. This pathetic, lifeless version of you is insulting to you and everyone who knows you. Don’t give up like that ever again. Don’t have a damn pity party for yourself and expect people to care. Stand on your two feet and fight. You hate me for putting you in this situation? Then find a way out. Don’t walk down the street at one in the morning dressed like that and think rape and death are a solution. My mother ended up in a dumpster. You want the same fate?”

  She held my gaze, the remorse in her eyes. “I’m sorry for what I said—”

  “I don’t want your apology. I know you meant what you said.” I know she wished I were dead so she would be free. She couldn’t kill me herself, so she needed someone else to do the dirty work.

  “But I didn’t mean what I said… Your mother was innocent. She was just involved with a cruel man. It’s not any different than our situation…” She turned her gaze to the ground. “I didn’t mean it, and I immediately felt terrible after I said it.”

  I believed her. “Don’t ever pull a stunt like this again.”

  “I won’t,” she whispered.

  “Promise me.”

  She turned back to me, the look in her eyes telling me she remembered what she’d said last night, the promise she’d asked me to make. A slight look of embarrassment flushed over her cheeks, and she quickly hid it. “I promise.”

  Her legs straddled my hips, and she rocked her body back onto my length, taking my long cock as far as she coul
d go before she moved up again. Her hands gripped my biceps for balance, and her tits shook with the thrusts.

  I stared up at her, my hands on her hips as I guided her up and down. I watched her breathe through her exertion, drops of sweat collecting on her chest and the back of her neck. There was nothing sexier than watching a woman like her fuck me. I knew she was trying to make up for what she’d said to me, and fucking my cock was the best way to do that.

  I had no complaints.

  I felt her cream coat my length, pressing all the way down my shaft and to the base of my dick. She was always so wet for me, and tonight, she seemed even wetter than usual. I didn’t press my feet against the mattress and thrust up with her.

  I wanted her to do all the work herself.

  She angled her face close to mine and kissed me, arching her back deeper so she could keep taking my length all the way to the hilt.

  Fuck, I loved her kisses. I loved her pussy. I loved everything about her. I could do this forever…come inside this pussy over and over.

  Her lips trembled against mine, and her breathing began to change. Her nipples got hard, and her pussy started to squeeze me.

  I’d made her come enough times to know when she was about to explode.

  “Come for me, baby.” I gripped her harder and pulled her onto my length at a quicker pace. “Come all over my dick.”

  Those words pushed her over the edge, and she came all around me, squeezing me like an iron fist. She moaned against my mouth, her back arching and her hips working harder to take my length. She screamed in my face, panting until she finished.

  I propped myself up on one arm and fisted my hands into her hair. I knew I was about to fill that pussy with all my seed, stuff it with my arousal. Coming was the best part of sex, but the entire act, from beginning to end, was my favorite when it came to her. Sex had never been this good, this passionate.

  “Give it to me,” she said against my mouth. “I want it.”

  “You want my come, baby?”

  “Please.”

  Jesus. I gripped the back of her neck and came, pumping mounds of come inside that wet slit where it belonged. I already felt like a man with my above-average height and six-percent body fat, but coming inside this woman made me feel like a king.

  She moaned when she felt me throb inside her, taking all the come she’d just asked for. She took it deep, doing her best to accommodate my entire size so she wouldn’t spill a drop of my precious come.

  My hand dug into her hair and I kissed her hard, devouring her lips with mine. My fingers felt her sweat, and I loved knowing she gave herself a workout just to please me.

  She spoke against my lips. “Thank you…”

  “That was all you.” I just lay there and enjoyed it, enjoyed this beautiful woman riding my dick.

  “No…thank you for saving me.” She rested her forehead against mine, her eyes on my lips. “All you did was stand there and scare them away. I don’t think could have fought them off…not when I was that drunk. So if you weren’t there—”

  “Shut up.” I didn’t want to hear her talk about that night and what could have happened. If someone took her and forced themselves inside her, I would have lost my mind. I would have tortured every guy before I killed them—and then killed their entire families for further punishment.

  This was my woman. No one touched my woman unless she wanted to be touched.

  She pulled back and looked at me, her eyes narrowed in annoyance at my cold words.

  “I don’t want to talk about that night ever again. I will always be there to protect you, but do me a favor and don’t give me a reason to save you. Be smart, be safe.”

  Her eyes dropped their hostility, and she rubbed her nose against mine. “I will.”

  I sat in my office while Vanessa worked down the hall in her studio. She’d been there since we’d gotten back from her place about an hour ago.

  The elevator beeped when someone tried to rise to the floor.

  Only a few people had the code to get into the lot. One of them was Max. But no one had the new code to the elevator except me.

  I walked into the living room and hit the button to see the person through the camera.

  It was Max, standing there in a black leather jacket with a full beard, a bag hanging on his shoulder. “What?”

  He glared into the camera. “Fuck you, Bones. Let me in.”

  “Let’s meet somewhere, then.”

  “Why?” he countered. “I’m here. And what we’re gonna talk about can’t be discussed in public.”

  Which meant we were talking about Joe Pedretti. I hit the button and allowed him inside the elevator.

  “Asshole…” He stepped inside and disappeared from the camera.

  The elevator rose, and he walked into my living room less than two minutes later. He greeted me with a nod then stepped farther into the room. “Thanks for the warm welcome.”

  “A heads-up would have been nice.”

  “You got three whores up here again like last time?” He grinned, loving the angry look on my face.

  I hoped Vanessa didn’t hear that, not that I should care how she would feel about it. “No.”

  “So your off-limits woman is here.” He sat on the couch, his satchel still hanging over his shoulder.

  I didn’t answer him, not wanting to confirm or deny it. I grabbed a bottle of scotch from the cabinet along with two glasses. I sat on the other couch and filled the glasses before I slid one toward him. “What’s up?”

  Now that the liquor was poured and we were seated, Max turned serious. “Still going after Joe?”

  “Fuck yes.”

  “Have you really thought about it? I’m telling you, it’s not a good idea.”

  “Even if I die in the attempt, I’m still doing it.” My mother risked her life to take care of me, and I wouldn’t be a man if I didn’t honor that. She’d spread her legs and let men assault her so I had a place to live and food in my stomach.

  Max shook his head slightly. “I still think it’s stupid. I’m telling you this as a friend, not a business partner. You’re risking everything you’ve attained. She’s gone, man. You can’t bring her back.”

  “Doesn’t matter.”

  He sighed then rubbed the back of his neck. “You know I have your back forever…but I can’t be involved in this. I’m not risking my life for something that doesn’t make sense. It would be different if she were still alive—”

  “I never asked for your help.”

  “So you’re going to track him down and kill him all by yourself?” he asked incredulously.

  “Yes.”

  “He’s surrounded at all times.”

  “I’ll figure out a way.”

  “And if you don’t kill him and he comes after you, you’ll be hunted for the rest of your life. Do you understand that?”

  “This is a blood war, Max. It continues until there’s no more blood.” I drowned myself in a sip of scotch, needing it to take the edge off.

  “What about this Barsetti woman?”

  “What about her?”

  “Isn’t she worth sticking around for?”

  I didn’t want to talk about her, especially when she could be listening down the hall. “Enough, Max. Nothing you say is going to change my mind. So just drop it. Give me the intel you have, and let’s move on.”

  He stared at me, his brown eyes filled with disappointment.

  I ignored his look, ignored his stress. We’d been friends for decades, had done business together for a long time. If I died, it would hit him hard. If I had kids, he would be their godfather. That was how tight we were.

  Footsteps sounded down the hallway, and Vanessa appeared in black jeans with a purple top. Her hair and makeup were done, and clearly, she decided to take a break from her work at the worst time.

  Max eyed her appreciatively, looking at her from head to toe. “She’s really not worth sticking around for?”

  “Shut up or I’ll stab
you.”

  Max grinned but kept his eyes on her. “Hello, sweetheart.”

  “It’s Vanessa.” Only I called her by another name.

  Max’s eyes turned back to me, and his smile faltered and was replaced with something else, a meaningful look.

  “Hi.” Vanessa stopped at the back of the couch, standing right behind me. “I didn’t know we were having company.”

  “Neither did I,” I said coldly.

  Vanessa’s hands moved to my shoulders, where her thumbs pressed into my hard muscles. She gave me affection in public, and something about that turned me on. She claimed herself as mine, showed Max I was her man without me having to ask her to. “I’m Vanessa.”

  The corner of his mouth raised in a smile. “Max. Nice to meet you.”

  I enjoyed the feeling of her fingers pressing into the striations of my muscles. Felt so good, so deep. I’d never let anyone touch me like that. I didn’t even let a woman massage me. But I liked the way Vanessa touched me.

  “Bones talks about you a lot…and now I can see why.”

  My threatening gaze turned back to him. “Shut up before I break your jaw.”

  He ignored me. “Has he told you about this idiotic plan to kill Joe Pedretti?”

  “Yes,” she whispered. “He mentioned it.”

  “Well, you should convince him not to go,” he said. “Because it’s a stupid idea, and it’s going to get him killed.”

  “She wants me dead,” I said bluntly. “So you won’t hear her talk me out of it.”

  Her hands paused against my shoulders, and after a few seconds, she started to rub me again.

  Max eyed her for a moment before he turned back to me. “Doesn’t seem like it. So, shall we get to work?”

  I pushed her hands off my shoulders even though I wanted her to keep touching me. “Baby, go back to painting. Max and I have stuff to take care of.”

  She walked around the couch and into the sitting area. “What if I don’t want to paint?” She challenged me, her vicious attitude back in full force. “I can go wherever I want to go. And this is where I want to be.”

  I tried not to smile.