can give your body everything it needs.” I set her back on her feet, still keeping her against the wall in the hallway, and moved my hands to her throat. I squeezed just enough to show her how serious I was but not enough to scare her. I’d tried that earlier. For only a second, fear had passed through her eyes. Then, she had seemed to fucking love it, moaning even when I’d tightened my grip.
She liked it rough.
That was the way she was going to get it, too. Nice and fucking rough. After all those years of waiting, I was going to tear up her pussy when I finally got a piece of it. But I wouldn’t be tasting it tonight.
Tonight, I had something else planned.
She grabbed my hand and brought me outside, to where the car was parked. Fuck, she was making this so easy on me. She’d been in it earlier when I drove us to the bar. But, while we were inside, one of the bosses’ mechanics had stopped by. He made sure the car was ready for what was going to happen to it.
“My feet hurt,” she whined as she got into the passenger seat.
I started the car and shifted into reverse. “Take your shoes off.”
She put her bare feet on the dash and turned up the radio, rubbing the back of my neck with her nails. She was dancing in her seat and singing, her hand going lower into the collar of my shirt.
I wished I didn’t like the feel of her.
I liked it too fucking much.
I took her fingers off me and pointed at the seat belt. “Put it on.”
She wouldn’t be wearing it for long. But, for now, it needed to keep her safe before it was ripped from her body.
She laughed like I was messing with her and buckled it over her chest. “Where are you staying again? I can’t remember if you told me.”
It was all working just the way I wanted it to.
“You’ll remember the place when you see it.”
But she’d never see it.
“Do we have to wait until we get there?” She leaned across the seat and kissed the side of my face, her mouth dropping to my neck and back to the corner of my mouth.
I smelled the sweet scent of the alcohol, but underneath it was the scent I really remembered. How could a single smell bring back so many goddamn memories?
Fuck, Kyle…
I wanted to pull over, lift her out of the car, slam her on the pavement, and ask her why the hell she had done this. I wanted to tell her how serious this was and to really put the fear in her.
But it was too late for that.
“You want my cock right now?” I moved away from her mouth, so I could see her face.
“Yes,” she moaned. “Right now.”
Her eyelids told me she was almost where I wanted her.
She rested her head on my chest and rubbed her hand over my abs. “God, Garin, you’re so much bigger now. So hard and muscular.” The slurring was getting old, but it wasn’t her fault. She wasn’t in control anymore. “I’m so sleepy.”
She was asleep a few seconds later.
As I reached the red light, I pushed her back into her own seat. She slumped against the window, her head leaning into the glass. She clung to the door like it was a fucking pillow.
I took out my phone and hit the number that had been texted to me.
“You good?” a guy said after the first ring.
“Yeah,” I answered. “I’m good.”
“How long?”
“I’ll be there in ten minutes. Get the car ready.”
Before I shoved the phone back in my pocket, I pulled up Azzo’s text. He had sent a picture about an hour ago that showed the inside of the safe that he’d found in Kyle’s closet. He’d told me about it when we talked earlier, but now, I was able to get a look at the masterpiece Anthony had built. The safe was the entire height of the wall and at least five feet wide. It was custom-made and foolproof unless Azzo was the one trying to unlock it. The entire thing was filled with cash. Azzo estimated there was over a million in there.
Under the picture, he typed that he’d left things just the way he found them. He shut the safe, wiped down Kyle’s house, and turned her alarm back on.
I was the one who’d given him the code.
The girl may have left The