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He flushed the toilet and zipped up, then washed his hands and dried them before opening the door and coming to a halt. The guard stood at the door, so close Toro almost rammed into him. The guy, blond with some decent weight and an eager-to-please glint in his eyes, watched Toro steadily. He was clean-cut, dressed in all black, expression turning wary when he met Toro’s narrow-eyed stare.
“Boss lady wants to see you.”
Toro cocked his head. “That so?” He dropped his gaze to the blond’s polished black shoes then back to his face, ramming his fist into the other man’s nose. The guard staggered backward under the surprise blow and Toro took advantage, advancing on him, easily grabbing the knife in the sheath clipped to the guard’s hip and slicing his face open.
The guard screamed, hands flying up to cover his face as he dropped to his knees.
Toro stood over him. “I did say I wanted you gone when I came out.” He shrugged. “Or are you hearing impaired? If so, I apologize.” He swiped a finger through the blood dripping off the blade then dropped the knife to the floor next to the other man. Crouching in front of the still hollering guard, Toro cupped his chin, ignoring the blood that slicked his grip. Damn. It was a deep slash too, arching from left brow down to his jaw. “Get out,” he said calmly. “And be grateful I’m allowing you to do that at all.” He stood and gave the guard his back, returning to the bathroom to wash the blood off his hands.
Not even two hours in this place and he was already spilling blood.
He shook his head and fished his phone from his pocket after drying his hands, dialing his uncle. Daniel Nieto was more than his uncle; he was Toro’s mentor, his boss, his confidant. He’d filled the aching space left by Toro’s actual father, treating Toro as if he were his own child. When Toro turned twenty, Daniel had brought him fully into the family business, the Nieto Cartel, making Toro his right hand. In that position, Toro helped his uncle with all his dirty work, including taking lives, kidnapping—like he’d done to the man who eventually became Daniel’s life partner—and everything in between.
“Hola.”
“Tío.”
“Toro.” His uncle’s tone went from lazy and easygoing—as much as Daniel Nieto could be—to alert and deadly in a breath. “You are okay?”
“Well…” He pinched the bridge of his nose. “Yes?”
Daniel made a rumbling sound. “You do not know?”
“It is harder than I thought. She is spectacular.” There was no hiding the reverence in his voice, so he didn’t bother. “I spilled some blood.”
“Your time with her has barely begun.” Daniel chuckled.
“I’m starting as I mean to go.” He exited the bathroom. The bodyguard was gone, but Seraphina stood in the middle of the space, flanked by two others who moved from her side and approached him, pointing their weapons at him. She still wore the robe; it reached to her ankles and was belted tightly, hiding her body from him. He allowed his gaze to linger on her manicured toes, painted a shocking red, before climbing up her frame. He took in the pulse beating in the indent at her throat and her narrowed eyes, loving the way she owned the fucking room. He wanted her to own him like that.
“Have you spoken to your mother?” Daniel asked in his ear.
“Not yet, but I expect her to call soon.” His mother worried. “Tío, I’ll call you back.”
“Good luck,” someone yelled through the phone. That someone could only be Stavros, his uncle’s lover. Daniel confirmed that when he grunted then said, “Stavros saysbuena suerte.”
“And you?” He lifted an eyebrow, ignoring Seraphina’s obvious displeasure. “What do you say?”
“I say do whatever needs to be done.” His uncle hung up, and Toro put the phone back into his pocket.
“Tell me why I shouldn’t have the guards shoot you where the fuck you stand,” Seraphina spat out.
Toro refrained from rolling his eyes. “That’s not my call to make.” He lifted a shoulder. “That’s all you.” He stepped toward her and her men edged closer to him with their guns, protecting her without knowing that Toro would die for her. “I’m not gonna be watched or followed, so I’d rethink that strategy if I were you. Otherwise, the next one will definitely be unrecognizable.”
“You think I’m scared of you?” She folded her arms, pushing her tits upward and making them appear fuller.
Fuck. His body demanded he accept the blatant offer she was making. Toro licked his lips. “I hope not. Fear isn’t what I want from you.”
“I want you out of this bedroom.”
They all wanted things they couldn’t have. He glanced at the men on either side of him for the first time. “Get rid of them.”
She stared at him.
He stared at her.
The men with guns didn’t exist. Not when he was busy staring into Seraphina’s eyes. The mix of multiple shades of brown—ranging from dark to light—reminded him of the amber stones one of his exes used to keep on hand to absorb negative energy and calm the nerves. The idea of Seraphina helping to calm his nerves had Toro’s lips quirking. He was anything but calm in her presence but he thrived on that—being around her got him wired. His fingers twitched as he imagined stroking her bald scalp and staring into those eyes while he fucked her.
She must have signaled to her men to leave because they marched out of the bedroom, shutting the door softly behind them.
