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I love feeling that.
“Now,” I look into her eyes. “Now, my lovely Christmas fairy, I’m going to tell you the deal.”
I’m watching her eyes sparkle.
I’m still hard and eager. I feel like the boy who’s just seen his first bicycle, wrapped in the hallway.
“I’ll be your Santa, Tinka. I’ll give you all the money. More. You asked for ten thousand. I’ll give you fifty. But you have to be mine. Mine alone. Forever.”
She holds up a hand to stop me.
“You’ll get what you want, Carmine. But you have to give me what I want. If I have to choose, let me do it here. Tonight. Now.”
I take a long, savage kiss.
I tell her, “You don’t need to think. Just choose me.” Then I look deeper into her eyes. I growl as I say, “Tinka, you’re even more special than I thought. Don’t make a choice you’ll regret.”
She takes my hand in both of hers.
“I’m sure that I know the choice I want to make, Carmine. But will you let me do it my way?”
Chapter Thirteen
Tinka
I call the biker and Danny. I tell them to come straight here and text them with the address.
When Carmine shows the biker in, he’s looking wary, like a savage beast that’s cornered. Hunched. Ready to pounce. I put a hand on his arm. Kiss his cheek. “Relax.”
The look in his eye gleams even harder. “What’s going on?”
“Let me get you a drink,” Carmine offers, smoothly.
I tell him softly, “You should tell me your name now.”
He casts a look at Carmine. “Whiskey.” Then, after a beat, “Thanks.”
It’s going to be hard for everyone, but I am determined this is going to work.
As Carmine pours him a drink, he says, “Are you out of Las Vegas? Recently?”
The biker’s eyes are bright slits.
“It’s okay,” Carmine tells him. “We’re friends here. I think I know why you’re reluctant to say. Am I right?”
The biker glowers, and his lips tighten. He reaches to accept the drink.
Carmine sounds like the stern, loving father. “Word will never get out, or back. Not from here. You’re safe.”
The biker’s eyes fix on mine. I tell him, “You can trust me.” I look to Carmine. He nods. Then I look back into the biker’s hard, fierce gaze. “You can trust everyone here. I don’t know your secrets, but they are safe.”
He looks at me. Then he nods to Carmine before he tells me, “Drago.”
Softly, Carmine says, “Drago Calabresi.” Then, as Drago turns, “Miko called me from Sicily. We’ve known each other a long time. I won’t betray your secrets. Nobody is going to blow your cover.” Drago purses his lips.
He steps close to look in my eyes. “So, what’s all this about, angel? Have you come to the right decision?”
The rap on the front door is like a cannon.
