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To a woman, yes.
But not one who wanted my dick.
And, fuck, that wasn’t for lack of trying on my part.
Not that my mind was on sex as I looked at the woman standing there in the doorway.
No.
Not even standing.
She was wavering, barely able to stand on her own feet.
And it was no wonder.
I’d been on countless jobs with Cinna.
I’d seen her get into more fights than I cared to admit, saw her take a punch, get a split lip, get kicked or hit.
But nothing, fucking nothing, came anywhere near what she’d been through tonight.
Hell, if it weren’t for her trademark black leather bomber jacket, I wasn’t even sure I would know it was her.
Her face was bloodied, bruised, and swollen beyond recognition. One eye was closed shut. The other was halfway there and full of blood.
God, the blood.
It was all over her too.
In the bruises and the scratches on her face.
Dripping steadily from her nose and lip.
Trailing from cuts all over her hands.
I stood there in shock for a moment, not sure I was actually seeing things clearly.
Because she looked like she’d been jumped.
Like she’d gotten a beat-down from an entire fucking gang.
But she was a fucking mafia capo.
That wasn’t… possible.
It wasn’t until I saw her sway, pitching forward on her own feet, that I snapped out of my disbelief, reaching out to grab her before she hit the floor, pulling her against me as something even more impossible happened.
A sob escaped her.
Cinna.
A woman I’d seen take a bullet with barely a curse and a flinch.
Someone who stood steely-eyed at her own brother’s funeral.
She didn’t cry.
But as my arms went around her, pulling her into my apartment and kicking the door closed, that was exactly what she did as her legs gave out, taking us both down onto our knees just inside the entryway.
