Karina: Your place, ten minutes.
Okay, so I was an asshole. Everyone knew this, which was why I messaged her back.
Lorik: What happened to only once?
And then I had the audacity to send her the wink icon. While I heard my mother in the background lecturing me about my eating habits, I watched as Karina’s little message bubble with the dots appeared. With every passing second, my heart beat faster, and I became more and more impatient. My leg was already jittery beneath the table, bouncing up and down while I waited and waited and waited for her damn message. And then it popped up.
Karina: Once died when you stuck your cock inside me for the second time.
Man, you had to love Italian women and their dirty mouths.
Lorik: Your once only rule sucked. Maybe you should leave the rule making to the big boys.
Karina: Since I have the pussy, I make the rules.
I smiled while I typed.
Lorik: Since I’m the one with the cock, I fuck the rules.
Karina: Then I suggest you get your ass over to your apartment because I’m about to make more rules.
Wait. What?
Lorik: How do you know I’m not at my apartment?
The text bubble appeared, and my cock twitched while I waited for her response. It took for-fucking-ever…not really. It was probably only ten seconds, but it felt like ten damn hours.
Karina: Because your truck isn’t here.
Holy shit, she was already there.
Lorik: I’m on my way.
I jumped up, and my chair skidded across the dining room. “Sorry, I have to go.”
My mom shot me that scowl that had the power to make me shrink ten inches. “Where are you going?”
While tucking my phone back in my pocket, I grabbed another piece of chicken before I walked around the table to kiss her on the cheek. “I have a case I need to work on. Love you.”
I walked behind my dad and patted him on the shoulder. “See ya, Dad. Go easy on dessert.” I winked at him and rushed out of the house. There was no dinner on the face of the earth that would keep me from meeting up with Karina. I’d been craving her the entire damn day. Since Anderson only did me a favor by allowing me on the scene this morning, I wasn’t permitted to take part in the investigation. This meant I had nothing to preoccupy my mind. Not even a dead Gio, whose murder was possibly connected to the Valentis, could stop me from thinking about that dark-haired beauty.
All I kept thinking about was why I never buried my face between her legs when I had the chance. Oh, yeah, because my cock was one greedy motherfucker and wanted that pussy all for himself. Well, I was about to change that.
***
KARINA
I had no idea why I was doing this—again. It wasn’t my intention. I just needed to get out of the house since the atmosphere in there was nothing short of toxic the entire day. Antonio was stomping around like a lion with a sore paw. My dad looked beyond pissed at Antonio, of all people. Fuck knew what happened there. And Dante kept on giving me suspicious glances like he was extracting little pieces of information from my mind, putting together the puzzle of yet another one of my fuck-ups.
Like I said, if anyone was going to figure out what the hell I did last night with Lorik, it would be Dante. So, I had to get out of there. And twenty minutes later, I found myself in front of Lorik’s apartment wanting nothing more than to escape the whirlpool of shit that was my life and indulge in another epic sex marathon with Boston’s most arrogant, yet hot as hell cop.
After I messaged Lorik like a damn booty call, I had been sitting in my car for about five minutes when I noticed a black Bentley parked down the road. For some reason, I had a prickle of warning in the back of my neck, like someone was watching me through the dark tinted windows. The feeling didn’t sit well with me, especially after the altercation I had with Enzio the night before. After what he did to me four years ago, I never made the mistake of underestimating him. There was no line that bastard wouldn’t cross, no rule he wouldn’t break to get what he wanted. For four years, I’d waited for the day he would finally use that tape against me to get what he wanted. The only problem was I had no idea what he could possibly want from me, since I had nothing to do with my family’s business. I had no clue about the shit they ran, or the politics behind the Valenti-slash-Mancuso war. So why would he go so far to get a huge bargaining chip against me?
I narrowed my eyes as I stared at the black car and decided it would probably be better for me to go into the apartment building rather than sit and wait in my car like bait.
Grabbing my purse, I got out of my car and glanced at the Bentley while I walked toward the building. The feeling of someone watching me intensified, and I had to fight the urge to run. It was like when you were ten years old and you had to use the bathroom in the middle of the night. With every step you took down the dark hall, adrenaline pumped through your veins, your spine tingling while your body’s instinct to run set in. That was how I felt, like I needed to run.
Once inside the building, I inhaled sharply, trying to get my rapidly beating heart to slow to a normal pace. That was so weird. My back was still tingling with suspicion. Maybe I was just paranoid over what happened last night.