Crash Into Me - L.A. Fiore Page 0,71
to set off your hothead friend, to incite him to take out Enzi senior.”
Kade had no reaction.
“If Vin is right, Carmine is being setup.”
The silence grew heavy before Kade finally spoke. “And you’re here to warn him.”
“Yes.”
The air was knocked from my lungs when he lifted me off the floor and crossed the room. With one hand, he swiped shit off his desk, before my back hit it, and in a few breathless seconds, my boots, pants and panties hit the floor. He undid his pants and pulled his cock free. He fisted my hair, slammed his mouth on mine, as his rammed his cock into me. His arm locked around my waist, as he moved hard and fast, almost brutally, between my legs. It was fucking magnificent.
I came hard; he swallowed my scream. He came right after me, his groan rumbled up his throat and worked its way down mine. I locked my legs around his waist, my hand covering his that was still twisted in my hair. Turbulent eyes looked down at me. “I fucking love you,” he whispered.
I let those words sink in and settle comfortably in my chest. “I fucking love you.”
He looked down our bodies, his expression turning primal. “I need a painting of you like this,” he whispered. Hungry eyes lifted to mine. “I want to undress you, splay you on my desk and fucking feast.” His cock was still inside me, so I felt how much he wanted to do just as he claimed.
“You need to warn Carmine,” I said softly.
He moved his hips, and I moaned.
“We’re coming back to this.”
“Yes, we are.” I dragged my thumb over his lip; he bit it and my pussy convulsed. He moaned. “We’re taking a step back on the case, so Montenegro is an option,” I offered.
“Done,” he said.
“Just like that, no checking your schedule?”
“Yeah, just like that.”
“If you don’t…” I looked down at where we were connected, “pull out in the next second, I’m not going to let you.”
He grinned, leaned closer and whispered, “I’d really like to see you try.”
Sixteen
Kade met Carmine at Polar. It was lunchtime, but the jazz section was packed. Kade moved through the crowd to his office in the back. Carmine was already waiting, sitting behind his desk, with his feet up on it.
“Comfortable?” Kade asked, closing the door behind him.
“I am. I could really get used to this,” he said. “You’ve got a few waitresses out there that I really need to try out.” The look Kade gave him had him chuckling, as he stood. “I know, off limits. So what’s up?”
“I stay out of your shit, but when that shit affects my shit. What’s going on with Enzi?”
Humor dropped from Carmine’s face. “What’s happened?”
“Molly came to see me. They have people in custody who are pointing the finger at Enzi senior, as the one who ordered Katrina Dent’s death.”
“Wait a minute, take a step back. Who the fuck is Katrina Dent?”
“She was a movie star back in the eighties. Died, it was ruled suicide, but the death of the girl in the park, the two others, suggested that her death might have been murder. As it turns out, it was allegedly ordered by Enzi senior.”
“Well, shit,” Carmine said, and pulled a hand through his hair.
“Terence Baker, you know him?”
“Yeah, he’s a asshole.”
“He had a hand in Katrina’s downfall, and he also played a role in Samantha James’ death.”
Carmine caught on immediately. “It’s a coup.”
“And from where the NYPD is standing, I was implicated to incite you.”
“So I’d take out the old man.”
“Exactly.”
“I fucking can’t stand Enzi senior, but you know his son is like a father to me.”
“I know, but if this is all true, it’s the son who stirred the shit up.”
Carmine crossed the room, poured himself some whiskey and drank it down. “Your detective told you all of this?”
“Yeah, wanted to warn you.”
Carmine leaned back against the sideboard. “She broke protocol to help a known crime boss.” He shared something they both knew.
“Yeah, she did, so that blowing back on her isn’t fucking acceptable.”
Carmine’s eyes went hard. “Got few who I count on, I know how to take care of those I do. Being yours, she was already on that list. Today, she earned a place on her own.” Carmine put the glass down, before returning his stare on Kade. “Enzi is one, too. He took me in, he gave me legitimate work, didn’t make me one of his henchmen. He’s not his father.”
“No, he’s