Mafia's Final Play (Mafia's Obsession #3) - Summer Cooper Page 0,65

for you, you know that. I’ll get a plane out tonight. Just tell me where she is, or where you think she is, and I’ll find my way there.”

“Thanks, Petey.” He gave the man the details that he could, which wasn’t much, just the name of the town and the villa where she was staying. “If you need to, get some money from Penelope. If not, just turn in an invoice to her when you’re done, whatever you need to do. I’ll pay for it all.”

“Got ya, boss. You be careful out there, alright?” Petey sounded concerned, which Matteo understood, this was a very dicey situation. He and Petey had worked together for a long time. He’d learned to trust him, and the man worked every single day to ensure that trust stayed rock solid.

“Will do, Petey. You take care, and let me know as soon as you find out anything.” Matteo ended the call just as Marie opened the door to their room.

“You didn’t get me a coat.” She stood there with her hair dripping down her back, wrapped in one of the white towels provided by the motel, obviously confused.

“Fuck, I’m sorry baby.” He smacked his hand against his forehead and ushered her back in, out of the cold. “We’ll get you one tomorrow, I promise.”

“Okay. I was about to dry off when it hit me, you didn’t get me a coat.”

“I didn’t get me one either. Anton managed to grab more than we did, so he has a coat, but it just never entered my head. I’m really sorry.” He felt completely stupid for forgetting the one thing they’d need the most right now. How could he forget that? People would notice if they continued to walk around in freezing cold Canada without coats.

Not like the gunshots or the American plates on the car would draw enough attention, he had to go and forget to get the coats, too.

“It’s alright. Like you said, we’ll do it tomorrow. Sit down, let me look at your leg.” She tucked the towel back in between her breasts when she sat down and that distracted him while she pulled his leg up into her lap. He was completely engrossed in watching a bead of water slide down from her hair, straight into her cleavage when she ripped the bandage off of his leg.

He wasn’t massively hairy, but there was hair on his leg. So it was probably best she just ripped it like that, but it didn’t help to stop the scream of pain he let out. “Fuck, Marie, that hurt!”

“Sorry, but it’s done now. Hand me those alcohol wipes out of the bag on the nightstand there.” They were sitting on the bed so he reached over to grab the bag without having to move too much. “It doesn’t look bad. But I want to keep it clean.”

She probably didn’t realize she did it, but her left hand, cupped around his calf while she wiped at the edges of the wound with her right, massaged his leg lovingly as if to soothe him. It was one of the things he loved about her. She always had a need to touch him, to soothe him when he was upset, or hurt, like now. Her touch was an act of love for her.

She didn’t touch just anyone, and he’d noticed she didn’t like people to invade her space very often, but with him, she was different. She had to touch him, be near him if they were in the same room. She needed him in her space, and that told him a lot about how she felt towards him.

“You’re very sweet, Marie,” he said without thinking.

“What?” She looked up, her eyebrows raised as she looked at him. “Because I’m doing something anyone else could do?”

“No, it’s how you do it, babe. It’s all in how you do it.”

Before she could respond, Anton knocked on the door. “It’s me, guys.”

“Come in,” Matteo called.

Marie quickly applied more antibiotic ointment to his wound, covered it with another large self-adhesive bandage, and went into the bathroom to change. He’d forgotten she was only in a towel until he saw her blush when Anton walked in. “Sorry, babe, forgot.”

“It’s alright,” she called over her shoulder. “I’ll be right back.”

“Sorry, Anton.”

“For what?” The other man looked up with a question on his face.

“She wasn’t dressed yet. I didn’t even think about it.”

“That’s why I keep my head down, boss.” Anton grinned and brought in two bags filled with