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Rick and Viola were already backing up, their pistols still up and trained on the group of men. Rick’s big arm heavy across my shoulders brought me along with him. “I thought you’d see it that way. Nice doing business with you boys.”

CHAPTER 35

Rick

The moonlight in her waving locks of hair made the individual strands look almost electrified, her eyes closed as she leaned back in her seat. The Audi’s engine thrummed pleasingly, the city lights dazzling as we raced down the highway.

After making our move against Salazzo, I should have felt invincible. Mostly, I felt like I’d dodged a fucking bullet.

I’d deliver the wire’s recordings to Chester in the morning.

I had more pressing engagements to attend to, though. Specifically, a beautiful, young, headstrong one sitting next to me in that car.

Taking Geneva back to my house should’ve been the last thing I did. But after what we’d pulled off, I needed to remind her who she was.

Whose she was.

Even putting her in the remote amount of peril I had was something that didn’t sit well with me, no matter how careful I’d been. She was mine, and nothing on Earth would ever threaten her again.

Not as long as I still drew breath.

She hadn’t protested when I’d bundled her into the car, belting her in. For long minutes, as I’d snaked through the crowded city streets finally getting my car back on the freeway, she’d said nothing, merely staring at the cityscape outside her window.

“You… I need to say something.”

I didn’t look over at her, but made sure she knew I was listening.

“When I was there with him… I was scared shitless. But even then… you were there. You were there for me. And I don’t think I could’ve done it without you.”

Her voice was soft, almost a whisper, the weight of her intent gaze heavy upon me. Still, I kept my eyes on the road ahead.

I knew how difficult it had been for her to go through with it, to put herself in harm’s way. I was proud of her, and I wanted her to know it.

“I’m always going to be there for you, Geneva,” I said finally, my voice low. “No matter what. I’ve done… terrible things. Probably will again. But… I’ll always protect you. Always. And God help the son of a bitch who lays even a single fucking finger on you.”

The words hung in the air between us, neither one of us saying a thing, the tension growing by the second.

After facing danger, death a breath away, it wasn’t at all unusual for people to decompress in different ways. No matter how many times I’d been in a jam, it never failed—I needed to work off the tension. Somehow.

It was time. She needed it just as much as I did.

For the moment though, I focused on the road, on the steady thrum of the engine, familiar weight of the gun at my hip.

I was a fixer, a man who made problems go away. And I was damned good at it.

But with Geneva, it was different. She wasn’t something to be solved, or mitigated, or worked around. She was a helluva lot more than just another girl. She was something… special.

I had no idea what the future held for me. Perhaps it was a jail cell? Or a shallow grave? Between that day and this though, she would never be hurt.

Well, you might hurt her.

As we pulled into the driveway of my home, I glanced at her. Was she anxious about what might happen? About what I had planned for her?

That actually made my cock harder.

Cruel bastard.

She was right to be wary. I intended to take her ass for the first time. It was the last part of her I hadn’t yet claimed.

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