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“Speaking of knowing, does Dante know you’re here?”
“Nope.” She pops the P with a smirk. “He doesn’t exactly buy Nico’s story about giving up his quest for revenge against the Kings. He says no pussy can be that good.” An evil laugh erupts from my friend’s lips. “Besides, he’s meeting with the Red Dragons for some business crap. I’ll be back at the penthouse before he notices I’m gone.”
I nibble on my bottom lip as I imagine a life with Nico. The constant worry, the attacks, the fear. “What’s it like being married to a mobster?”
“Well, we’ve only been married for a few months, but so far so good.” Her slender shoulders lift. “The fear never really goes away. Every time Dante comes home it’s like a huge weight falls from my shoulders. But it also makes every moment so much more precious. And the sex…” She runs her tongue across her bottom lip. “It’s sizzling.”
Now that I can relate to.
My friend eyes me, her light brow lifted into a skeptical arch. “Do you really see a future with Nico?”
I nod. “Is that crazy?”
“Well, yes, but clearly I’ve got no room to talk.” She squeezes my shoulder and offers a reassuring smile. “Just make sure you keep going to see Dr. Winchester.”
I snort on a laugh. “Deal.”
Rose’s gaze flickers to the kitchen. “So do you have some bubbly or something? I feel like we need to celebrate. I’ve missed you so much, Mais!”
CHAPTER 41
FLAMES
Nico
A growl of frustration echoes across the back seat of the BMW loaner I’ve been forced to ride in since that piece of shit Jasper torched my car. It’s already Thursday, and I’m nowhere closer to finding that asshole than I was when I began my search.
That surgeon is a slippery little fucker.
I have all my best men tracking a ghost, leaving my territory unprotected. If it wasn’t for the stalemate with the Kings, we’d be taking on huge losses. I have one more stop to hit up today before I return home to Maisy.
I hate these endless days without her.
Most nights by the time I get home, she’s been asleep but that doesn’t keep her legs from parting as I crawl into bed. She’s always drenched and ready for me like a good girl. Even half asleep she’s incredible, and I simply can’t get enough. I’m hard just thinking about sinking my cock into her slick heat right now.
I grab my phone and type out a quick text filled with dirty emojis. I’ve been forced to up our sexting game in the past few days since we’ve been apart.
She immediately responds with a blushing emoji, and I can practically see her flushed cheeks as I pound into her. For someone so prude, my little fox is becoming quite the little minx in bed. There’s nothing she won’t try, and everything I do has her coming on my cock like a porn star. Dio, I love her.
Max pulls the car over in front of a four-story walk up in the Upper West Side only a block away from Maisy’s townhouse. The hair on the back of my neck prickles. According to one of my guys, Jasper was spotted here only two days ago. Is this where he’s been hiding all this time? So close to my little fox?
Rage pounds through my veins and I whip the back door open, not waiting for Max to move his ass. I stalk up the steps to the front door and jimmy the crappy lock in seconds. Once I’m in the foyer, I pull out my gun and Max moves into step beside me as we ascend the old wooden staircase. There’s one apartment on each floor and two have already been cleared. That leaves two possibilities which should be easy enough. I point at the apartment on the third floor and Max peels off as I continue upstairs.
The scuffle of footsteps emanating from the fourth-floor apartment stops me at the landing. I freeze, straining to make out a sound. Noiselessly, I tiptoe to the door and press my ear to the dark timber. Faint creaks seep through the doorway.
According to the landlord, this unit is supposed to be vacant. So either there’s a rat in that apartment or an even bigger motherfucking rat. Counting to three, I ram my shoulder against the door and the wood splinters on contact. The hinges squeal and the door whips open, revealing a dark shadow racing across the murky space.
“Jasper!” I shout.
The figure turns for an instant before racing down a narrow corridor. I sprint behind him, feeling my way through the darkness. He disappears into a room and slams the door. I nearly barrel right into it before jerking it open. The shadow huddles at the fire escape for an instant, and flicker of light illuminates a familiar face.
Jasper holds a lighter an inch from his nose. His blonde hair hangs in greasy strands across his face, and the prim and proper surgeon looks like he’s lost at least twenty pounds since I last saw him.
“You’re a dead man,” I hiss.
“You have to survive the fire first. Or should I say again?” He tosses the lighter an instant before the scent of gasoline creeps up my nostrils.
Fuck.
