Again, he smiles, and all I want to do is to wipe the fucking floor with his face. Who does he think he is?
“Something funny, Eli? If I didn’t need you, you would already be dead… Think about that for a second.” I glare at him, waiting for it to sink in, but as the smile sticks to his cheeks, my blood boils hotter. This is how Lorenzo lost control. He wasn’t stern enough. He wasn’t hard enough.
“Boss, you must know something about me. I will take your orders well, but since this is my plan, I will run the show with it—”
Before he can speak another word, I cut in, “Eli, the last person who gave me an order was Lorenzo, and you know where he is going. I dealt with his ass for years, watching him take everything from me. He ripped my life apart and killed the one person I loved.” I speak the words without even realizing it. I pushed those memories to the darkest place in my mind, so deeply that I hardly ever thought about her at all.
I keep telling myself I’m doing this for power, and I am, but that was not the seed that started it all.
“What happened?” Eli asks, curiosity showing in his features.
My mind wanders back to a time when I was careless, loving, and even free.
“Mack. Mack,” Delilah screeched my name as I pushed her on the swing. I had never loved someone as much as I loved her. She was only two years younger than I was. The Princess to another mafia. I didn’t care though… Our love had blinded me, and in the end, she had to pay the costs.
“Did he kill her?”
“He didn’t… I did.” Anger radiates in my words as I feel the urge to lash out.
“He made you do it, didn’t he?” Eli asks, a little too eagerly. That sets me off, turning me into a raging bull ready to destroy anything in its path.
Narrowing my eyes, I grip the table, reining in my fury with everything I have. Lashing out would mean I’m letting him get to me, and that’s what he wants.
“Enough about me. Let’s get something straight. You will listen to me, Eli. In fact, fuck your plan. You have twenty-four hours to retrieve the girl, or you’re dead. A bullet will be put in your head, and I will hunt and kill every single one of them.”
A somber look crosses his face, and I know I have him under my thumb again. “Don’t attempt to run either—I will know, and nothing thrills me more than the hunt for blood. Twenty-four hours. That’s it.” I stand from the table to get my phone. I have some calls to make. This little shack, no matter how fortified, won’t do justice for the carnage I’m about to cause.17AmaraMy body aches deliciously as I roll over in the bed. The spot next to me is still warm, which means he just got up. A smile pulls at my lips, and I get up to tiptoe to the bathroom. I can hear the water and see the steam filling the room before I even enter. My heart is beating out of my chest as I slip through the door and close it quietly behind me.
I’m completely naked, and the thought of being with Enzo again so soon makes my mouth water. The danger we’re in only intensifies my feelings for him. Every extra breath and every day of life I’m given is meant to be with him.
I see him through the glass of the shower. His head downcast as the water sprays onto the back of his neck. He looks utterly defeated, and for a slight second, I contemplate giving him some space. His eyes shoot up, and even through the blurry stained glass, I can see the darkness looming over him.
“What are you doing up?” he asks gruffly, opening the shower door slowly. His eyes eat up my body, stopping on my chest before they land on my eyes. His own are heavily hooded with desire, and I know all it will take is one stroke of his cock to break whatever steely resolve he’s under.
Smiling, I close the space between us and slip into the shower with him.
“I woke up, and you were gone. I want you,” I purr into his ear as I lean into his body. He looks worn and tired, and I know what we’re going through has been getting to him. He’s used to everything going as planned and protecting only himself.
He smirks at me, stepping back to allow me under the spray. Goosebumps spread across my skin as I come into contact with the hot water.
I stare at him for a long moment before stepping up onto my tiptoes to land a kiss on his lips. His hands roam over my body as if he is memorizing every inch of me.