Crash Into Me - L.A. Fiore Page 0,73
“These are for her. She always wanted gardens, a family. And I wanted her.”
“Where’s your son?”
“Hiding in plain sight,” Gregory said. “And don’t ask me who because I won’t tell you. But that’s what this is all about. I’m not the one stirring it up. My father is. Because it isn’t enough to have killed the woman I loved, to keep me from my son, to take away my happy, he needs to take out my son, too. That won’t happen.” His expression was hard but determined. “I’m protecting what’s mine. I couldn’t do it for Katrina, but I will for our child.”
Carmine dragged a hand though his hair. “So you’re cleaning up after the fallout.”
That earned Carmine Gregory’s hard stare. “No, I’m taking out my fucking family. Lighting the fuse to watch it explode. I didn’t order those deaths, and I realize they aid in my wish to keep the past in the past, but they were someone else’s children. I’m not so heartless that I would order that.”
“Your father is heartless enough.”
“Defeats his purpose.” Gregory plucked a yellow flower from the stem, twirled it between his fingers. “Whoever is behind it has something to lose if the past is stirred up.”
It all came back to the same fucking person. “Jason Benjamin,” Carmine deduced.
Gregory replied, without taking a breath, “Which brings us full circle…a fucking ghost.”
Carmine was in unfamiliar territory, but tit for tat. He called Kade letting him know he was coming. When he arrived, his friend and girl were in the kitchen. She was sitting on the counter; he was standing between her legs. Kade looked happy; they both did. Kade’s eyes drifted to Carmine. “Hey, Brother. Want a drink?”
“Yeah,” Carmine said, crossing the room to them. “Detective.”
“Carmine.”
He glanced down, then looked up at her through his lashes. “Thanks for the heads up.”
He saw the unease behind her eyes, but she smiled and said, “You’re welcome.”
Kade handed him a whiskey; he drained the glass. “It’s why I’m here, to return it.”
Her blue eyes went wide.
“If you can sit on this information for a little, I’d appreciate it.”
“We were going away for a week, is that long enough?” she asked.
Carmine’s focus shifted to Kade. “I’m taking her home,” Kade offered, moving back into his woman. Carmine wasn’t a jealous kind of man, but he envied his friend that he’d found what he had with his detective. Carmine wasn’t sure he’d ever be so lucky. Gregory had found it, too, and it was taken from him. Carmine’s expression turned dark.
“Gregory Enzi, the son, and Katrina Dent were lovers. And he confirmed that Jason Benjamin killed Katrina on his father’s orders.”
It took a second for the news to penetrate, and when it did, Molly’s jaw dropped. “Shit.” Then she said again, “Shit. Enzi is Katrina’s baby’s father.”
“Yes, a son, but he won’t say who. His father is the one stirring shit up; Baker is acting on command from Enzi senior to get at Gregory’s son.”
“Why?” Molly asked, not hiding her horror.
“Because he’s a fucking vindictive dick.”
Molly’s face paled, as her detective mind worked it out. “It was Gregory junior behind Samantha, Frank and Emily’s death.”
“No. Those deaths work in his favor, but he would never order the death of the innocent. The one behind those deaths is the one player in this mess who still has something to lose.”
She answered immediately, “Jason Benjamin.”
“Yeah. You find him, you find your killer of not just those now, but Katrina as well.”
Her mind was working; he could see she wanted to share with her partner, even glanced at her phone, but as he watched, she reined it in. “That probably wasn’t easy,” she guessed, then said, “Thank you. I’ll wait until we get back to share with my partner.”
“Thank you.” Carmine started for the elevator.
“Are you hungry?” she called after him.
He glanced back. Kade added, “There’s plenty, man.”
He glanced at the elevators, then back at the two, and wasn’t ready to return to his empty apartment. “Yeah, thanks. I am.”
Molly kissed Kade, then jumped off the counter. “I’ll set another place at the table.”
Seventeen
Molly
“Oh, fuck.” My head dropped, my hips moving back into his thrusts. The fullness in my ass, as he fucked me there stung, but his fingers were curled into my pussy, hitting that spot. My elbows dug into the mattress, his fingers dug into my thigh, but it was his moans that had me matching his rhythm.
“You feel so fucking good,” he groaned, his cock pulling out and sinking back