“Of course not.”
“Do you think my wife is up for leverage?”
“I thought that was just an arrangement. I was sure the stories I heard–”
“Mywife, and no other woman for that matter, is meant to be dragged into this.”
“Bastian, you pulled a pretty big stunt on my oil refinery. Let’s be fair–”
“Fair?” he asked like suddenly the word was poison in his mouth. “Fair?”
He stalked up to him and now I knew I needed to intervene. “Bastian, hold on.”
His dark eyes shot to mine, pain so deep I wouldn’t have found the end of it, even if I swam in it for days. “Ragazza, mi amore, I could have lost you.”
With that, his dark eyes turned to the hardest sort of crystal and he pulled the trigger again.
Another body dropped.
Closing the space between us, Bastian holstered his weapon and pulled me into his arms so tight, I lost my breath.
“I’m going to kill my whole security team,” he grumbled. “And fucking Cade. What the fuck happened to his security?”
Burying my face into his neck, I couldn’t answer any of his questions. I just needed him to hold me. Needed him to be with me.
“Are you okay, Morina?” He rubbed my back, no doubt feeling the shivers that wracked my body from the adrenaline wearing off.
“Please don’t let go of me right now.”
“I’m here to have and to hold forever and ever, remember?” he murmured into my hair.
He kissed my cheeks where tears streamed down them.
“You killed two men.” I closed my eyes not wanting to look.
“If I’d have lost myragazza, I’d have killed a lot more.”
“Jesus,” I whispered, trying to digest what had happened. “You’re going to jail and I’m going to have visit you there.”
He held me at arm’s length for a second and laughed like I was ridiculous. “Morina, that was self-defense. I’m not going to jail for even a day.”
“That was pure anger and murder,” I countered. “I saw your face!”
He smirked. “Ah, the fight’s back in you already. Look at the color on your skin.”
“Oh shut up.” I shoved at his arm.
His mouth closed, and his jaw ticked. Then, he lifted his hand and smeared away the blood from my lip mixed with my own tears. When he brought it out in front of me, he frowned.
Sighing, he said, “I’ll always have a devil, Morina. This family is full of demons we can’t lock up.”
I held his thumb out in front of me. “Tell me to open, Sebastian.”
His eyes darkened as he stared at me, reading and assessing and trying to figure out if all this was fair for me. I’d take a little pain if I got all the man. I let him take his time. I’d wait for him until death do us part. “Open,ragazza.”
I did and licked my blood from his hand before saying, “I’m yours. Your Untouchable. And every part of you is mine. The good, and mostly the bad. I think the bad part of you chooses me every day and I’m too insecure to want anything else.”
The deep breath that came out of him as he looked down at his leather shoes held so much weight. “Morina Bailey, you’re like the oceans you love so much. Swift and beautiful in every decision you make. So fast,ragazza. And I wonder how an ocean can mix with sand and filth. You flow over all the jagged parts of the world and I’m there like sand, moving over each one trying to smooth it over and make it right somehow. Yet, I’ll always leave filth behind. I don’t know if we can survive that together.”