Bad Men - Piper Stone Page 0,66

feel the moment he exploded into me, the rush of his seed euphoric.

He held the position, his tongue moving against mine, the weight of his body crushing down. I was breathless, a flash of vivid colors splashing across my periphery of vision.

Jack exhaled long and hard when he lifted his head, easing first one leg down then the other. As he backed away, I could feel him shutting down, much like I knew I’d have to do. This wasn’t good for either of us. He rubbed his fingers across my leg then turned away. When he stiffened, I knew instantly why.

“I came to relieve you,” Diego stated dryly. There was absolutely no emotion in his voice, no inflection of any kind.

Yet I knew without a shadow of a doubt that he was pissed, furious that we would dare do anything behind his back.

I tumbled off the table, rushing into the kitchen to collect my things, but not before I heard their heated exchange.

“She doesn’t belong to you, Rivers,” Diego hissed.

“No, she doesn’t. And she won’t. Don’t worry, Diego. It’s your turn, but…”

While Jack’s last words faded out as he walked down the hallway, I knew what the hell he was getting at. My God. Why was I being such a damn fool? I’d read about these kinds of mental breakdowns while in medical school. I was a trained medical specialist and I’d fallen into a ridiculous trap made in my own mind. God. At least I knew the truth from Jack’s perspective.

I couldn’t help but begin to shake. I’d been right the first go-around. What we’d shared had been about physical attraction only. Jack had reacted based on walking into the bathroom then hearing my ridiculous cries of woe is me. We were fuck buddies to pass the time. That was just fine with me. Enjoy the moment then let it go.

While I couldn’t look into Diego’s eyes as I walked by, I could feel his anger reverberating in the dense space. But as I walked further into the darkness, I did hear his words in Spanish.

“Me perteneces.”

You belong to me…

Chapter 12

Jack

Darkness.

I refused to allow the dark shadows of my mind to take prisoners tonight, pulling me into the depths of despair. I laughed at the thought as I returned to the balcony, searching the streets below as I’d done before.

It would be dark soon enough, the only time I’d feel comfortable allowing us to venture the streets for supplies.

Money.

Our lack of funds could become an issue, especially since our provisions remained low. Granted, a compromise had been required, but I was used to operations that ran smoothly, the money flowing. While this was meant to be in and out in less than forty-eight hours, we should have been advised as to the rest of the story, given ample supplies. If only the second bag of ammunition hadn’t been burned up in the fire. Hissing, I hated the fact so many mistakes had been made. We’d been far too certain of our abilities, cocky as fuck.

That had already cost us precious time as well as supplies. I feared it would cost us our lives.

The missing pieces were starting to become troublesome, like some damn puzzle we were required to figure out on our own. We’d grilled her to a point, but there was nothing concrete in what she’d told us to raise any additional red flags. Unless we could talk with Dante or find a secure computer system, we were shit out of luck in finding anything that would shed a light on what was really going on.

But the nagging remained furrowing in the back of my mind. I was positive her father had some dark and ugly secret in the darkened corners of his world.

Now we had little in which to purchase necessities, including ammunition if required. From here on out, we were doing this by the book.

The light breeze was welcome, the various odors of nearby restaurants and food stands almost appealing. I’d already spent a significant amount of time studying what I could see, noting the level of traffic as well as the pedestrians walking the streets. With different clothes and Lindsey’s altered appearance, we should have no trouble blending in.

Just the thought of the change in her ripped at my gut. My God, she was almost identical to Teresa, the resemblance extraordinary. I’d lost my control the night before, comforting Lindsey when I should have been standing guard. Shit, maybe I was still pissed at the