doorway and turned to look at Ben. Ben laid still in the bed, with his eyes closed. “Call me if you need me, Ben. Please call me.”
Salvador pushed through the door of the staircase. Sasha looks hot as hell in those damn jeans. I can’t wait to sample her lips again. Descending the steps, he came to a sudden stop when he reached the second floor. Sasha bumped into the back of him, her tits brushing his back. Needing to get something off his chest, Salvador turned to face her. They stood so close to one another that even a sheet of paper would have a hard time getting between them. “You look beautiful, Sasha.”
“Thanks.” Sasha swallowed. Breathing intensely, her breasts heaved up and down. Like she was getting hot or something. Maybe she was thinking about the kiss he’d branded her with.
Desiring to slam his mouth on hers, Salvador asked, “I love the fact that we keep running into each other like this.”
Her gaze as soft as a caress, Sasha swallowed. “You do? Why?”
“Because.” He cupped her biceps. He dropped his face close to hers. “It gives me the opportunity to try something,” he breathed on her lips.
Sasha’s tongue protruded from her mouth, licked her lips. “What do you want to try?” she asked in a low voice.
Salvador’s balls tingled and grew warm. “This.” He slanted his mouth over hers and kissed her smoothly. Because they were in the hospital’s staircase, he ended their kiss sooner than he’d wanted to. Letting her biceps go, he turned his face sideways. “You can slap me if you want,” he teased, chortling.
Sasha put her soft hand on his jaw and motioned his face to look at her. “I don’t want to slap you, Salvador.”
Salvador smiled. “I didn’t think so. Would you like to join me for dinner tonight?”
The question sent her lips smiling. “Sure. What time?”
“I’ll pick you up at eight.” Salvador descended the rest of the steps, pushed through the door of the hospital, and as he walked towards his car, he thought about how he planned on getting in Sasha’s panties tonight.
Chapter Twelve
Dressed in a charcoal Hugo Boss business suit and wearing a pair of Gucci men sunglasses, Laurente stood in the center of an abandoned warehouse, surrounded by five of his most important goons. Tapping his shoe on the pavement, Laurente brought his diamond Rolex up to his face to read the time. Anger boiled his veins. “I can’t stand an incompetent asshole,” he spat in a gruff tone.
Tired of waiting for his henchman, Yuri, Laurente snorted. Yuri was tardy as hell. Was supposed to be there by now. It was a damn shame things had to come to this. It really was. But if he wanted respect from the men in his organization, then he had to set an example and send a message. One that was loud and clear. And who better to make an example out of than Yuri? He wasn’t worth a damn anyway.
“What’s this meeting about, Boss?” Rob, his third in charge goon, asked.
“You’ll see in due time, Rob.” I’m about to make an example out of someone.
His second man in charge, named Troy, stated, “Yuri’s ass been slacking lately. Seem like he’s losing respect for what we stand for. And for what we trying to accomplish.”
Laurente snapped, “Work on your grammar, Troy. It’s what we’re trying to accomplish. Impressions are important.”
Troy nodded. “You’re right, Boss.”
The door at the side of the warehouse cracked open. In walked Yuri, wearing a black tank top and his damn sweatpants sagging around his ass. Didn’t he tell him about sagging like a damn thug? The men in his organization all wore business suits. Had good jobs. Had people thinking they were smart, hardworking, and would never do anything illegal. Seeing how inappropriately Yuri was dressed only heightened Laurente’s temper.
“What it be, Boss?” Yuri extended his hand towards Laurente, but the mobster just left it hanging.
Pulse ticking in his chest like a fucking rocket, Laurente cleared his throat. “I’m not too happy with you, Yuri,” he scoffed.
Concern came onto Yuri’s face. “What’s wrong, Boss?”
Tempted to kick Yuri’s ass in the stomach, Laurente slid his hands into his pockets. Shifted his weight. “The mere fact that you have to ask me what’s wrong pisses me off even more. Are you that dumb? Or is it that you just don’t give a fuck?”
Yuri shook his head. “Nah, Boss. I care. Oh, are you mad because I didn’t kill Ben like