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My father is very prepared. The armory is always stocked and we have more vests than we have people. No one willhave to worry about a body shot but other things can happen. A shot to the head or another critical area. These are things that Elodie probably never considered and I stare at her and think to myself just how much this is probably terrifying her.
I have to be the mafia son right now. We all have a job to do. Elodie doesn’t know what my part is and I’m not going to tell her. I don’t want her to worry more than she already is. After she left the room to go find Reba, my father let me know what my job is. Well, I say he told me but really he asked me if I wanted it, with assurance from him that if I wasn’t interested one of the others would do it.
I was more than happy to take this job.
Dominic will die by my hand tomorrow.
My second and most important kill I’ll ever make. First her parents, who hurt her all of her life. And now, Dominic, who spent the last year raping and beating the woman I have waited for since I was twelve years old. The woman I would die for, the woman I would live for. The woman I will kill for and never feel guilty for one minute of my life.
The meeting continues. Dad fills Elodie and Reba in on who will be driving them to the other location. Unfortunately it won’t be Louis, Zeke, or Eren because they will be with us. So they will have a team of two in a bullet proof SUV just to be safe. They will leave shortly after us so that they can be safely on their way there while we are moving into position ourselves.
Everyone has a role, all these moving parts, but it makes for a well oiled machine.
I feel my mood darkening. I’m happy things will be over tomorrow, but there are so many things that couldgo wrong too. We think we have everything covered, but you just never know in this world. Just like Dad probably never thought Aiden would betray him.
The meeting finally wraps up and I stand, stalking over to Elodie and grabbing her hand. Striding out of the room, I gently pull her behind me heading for her room. The minute the door shuts I grab my shirt, ripping it off and push her against the door slamming my mouth onto hers.
I’ve never been rough with her like this, but my need to fill her and breathe her in is too great right now. Slipping her shirt over her head I reach behind her, undoing her bra clasp, lips never leaving hers.
She moans as I lift my hand to her breast and squeeze. I break my lips away from hers and lean down, I yank her leggings and panties down and lift her pulling them the rest of the way off before wrapping her legs around my waist.
Fusing my lips back to hers, I reach down and undo my pants with one hand and pull them off along with my boxers. Lifting her, I check to see if she’s wet.
She is. Fuck, she’s soaked.
I slam into her in one stroke. She groans my name out. Holding her up with one hand I put my other hand on the door to brace us while I pump into her over and over again.
She is almost screaming. Someone is going to hear us for sure but I don’t even care right now. I have to do this, I have to be buried in her, filling my nose with her scent, breathing her in like air.
She grips my shoulder and grinds on me with every thrust I make. Both of us hold on for dear life like we might die if we letgo. I hope we don’t. I hope we both make it back to each other tomorrow. That’s why I’m fucking her so desperately.
This is all new territory for me. This danger, and knowing anything can happen. I’m always the one on the sidelines. Now I’m in the thick of things. I don’t know what will happen tomorrow but I know that right now and for the rest of the night, I’m going to make us both feel alive.
We fall apart together, clinging to each other, and I slowly move us to the shower. This isn’t over yet. I’m just getting started.
CHAPTER 32
ELODIE
Holy shit.
Standing in the shower with Drake, hot water sluicing down my body, I try to catch my breath. What was that? I mean, it was good; damn was it good. But what the hell.
Clearing my throat, I look at Drake. “Youokay?”
He grunts.
Turning me around, I hear him open the shampoo bottle as he puts some in his hand and then feel him start shampooing my hair and scalp. God that feels good.
He still doesn’t speak.
He rinses my hair and then on goes the conditioner. While that sits, he starts washing my body, still not speaking. Turning me to face him, he leans my head back, rinsing the conditioner out until the water runs clear.
I grab his body wash and begin washing him like he did me. He closes his eyes and takes a few deep breaths. “I don’t know what came over me, but I couldn’t wait one more minute to be buried inside of you,” he says quietly, eyes shut tightly.
“If you think I’m upset with you, I’m not. Sitting in that room, making all those plans, I realized that some of the people in that room may not come home tomorrow. I get it. You needed to feel alive, and feel me here, just like I needed you too,” I say.
He opens those crystal blue eyes and stares at me for the longest time, throat bobbing as he swallows whatever words he can’t force out.
