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Alessio’s eyes are stunned and angry. Like mine. How could an outsider even know about that room?
I ask Tai, “The one that got away?”
“He had a motorbike rider waiting outside. He took the sacks from the other three with him.”
We don’t say anything more in front of Tai, except to express sympathy and reassurances. I can see it in his face, though. He can see what this means.
If he didn’t known that we had a rat before, he certainly does now. A rat that has travelled a long way through our organization.
Before we leave, Tai gets a fresh update. His men have combed through the CCTV.
“Rubber fingerprints and medical face masks got through the biometrics.”
Alessioand I both frown. Tai looks uncomfortable as he goes on. “It was set with an override for facemasks.” Oh, no. “Looks like that never got switched back out.”
Under my breath, I say, “Seriously?”
Alessio shakes his head, “Insane, right?”
Tai doesn’t believe that, no more than we do. I’ll have Mikey and Carlo make a thorough review of the security systems. And all of the security personnel.
Something is not right here.
CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
Alessio steps outside with me. I watch him stride to the big motorcycle and haul it upright as he swings his leg up and over the saddle. I call Mikey and tell him to pick me up with the limo, “Unless you’re busy with the security detail.”
“No, Princess.” Mikey’s voice is steady. As I breathe out, I feel the strength and calm from how in control he sounds, like always.
A tiny note of tension makes me wonder if he already heard about the close-quarters gunfight Alessio and I just had. He tells me, “I’ve got good men on it and they know what they’re doing. I’ll be with you in about ten. Fifteen minutes tops.”
Alessio watches me and I feel the smoldering heat in his gaze. He shoots his cuffs and tugs one the right one. It’s a regular twitch of his. That man never looked hotter and I’ve never been more breathlessly quivering and desperate to jump him and climb his bones.
Holding back from him is always hard. But not usually this hard. My tongue moistens my lips and I’m practically squirming. My juices are burning and I ache for him, way down, where it stings.
A dark instinct howls up inside me not to give in. Resist. However bad it feels. Hold out and hold on.
I want him so much right now, I hate it.
My voice hops and skids as I tell him, “You’re right. I need to meet with your uncle Jerry. Get some perspective on this situation.” I take a deep breath. I feel like the space between us is widening. Hardening. I want to make it stop but I don’t know how.,
The beast I can do now is to avoid making it worse. The urge to shout is hard to resist. My gut churns. I want to let it all out. To yell at him, Can’t you see what you’re doing to us?
At the same time, I’m confused. I don’t see why we can’t face this together. We’re on the same side. Or we should be.
With my chest tightening I tell him, “You’ve obviously put a lot of thought into this, and you have a lot riding on it. Send me his number and I’ll set up a meeting. I’ll call you after I’ve heard what he has to say.”
“Call him. You’re going to love him. I know he’s going to love you.”
Alessio shifts and straightens up, balancing the powerful bike. A long, inward sigh makes my body remember sitting behind him.
We just went through that gunfight together, He risked his life for me. I let him fly me here through the Seattle traffic on that insane two-wheeled rocket of his, and I didn’t even blink. And now he’s going to wave me off as he sells me out.
The pressure, hard between my thighs as they spread wide and gripped tight against his ass as he cut and blasted our way through the traffic. The rush of giddying, heart-in-my-mouth weightlessness as the air beat and buffeted my face and my breasts.
My face, tight against his back as his massive, sinuous abs and chest snaked and wove, strong and powerful. The almost liquid currents of flex in the hard muscles of his ass as he rocked the bike from side to side and fired it on like a rocket between my legs.
I was so underdressed for a bike ride, and so unprepared. It’s not the first time I’ve been on the back pf a bike, but it never made me shake like that before. When we got off, I was on the verge of convulsions. I would have collapsed into a wet, trembling heap if we didn’t have a life-and-death situation to confront in the Sun-a-do.
