Page 31 of Stolen Union

Dante flashes me a smile. “You mean me?”

“I mean you.”

“You’re lucky we’re in a hurry, or I’d stop this van and fuck you right now.”

His words send a heat coursing through my body. “I’m holding you to that.”

The growl that escapes him makes my body tingle at the memory of him growling in my ear as he fucked me the first time. “Just you wait. Once we get a chance to stop, I’m taking you right away.”

I hope so.

Dante takes us to a car dealership full of older, run-down-looking cars. “Come on. We need to hurry and buy a new car.”

“Why not just steal one?”

“Because I know your brothers are looking for stolen cars. But if we pay for a car in cash, they can’t trace that.”

We leave the van and approach a salesman who’s outside, wiping down a car. He smiles a sleazy smile as he sees us. “What can I do for you today?”

“What can I get for twenty thousand dollars in cash?” Dante asks.

The salesman’s jaw drops open. “Uh … any car here. Your choice.”

“Great. Give me that one.” He points to a nondescript simple white car that would blend in anywhere.

“I’ll get the paperwork.”

Dante stops the salesman. “No, I’ll give you the money, and you’ll give me the key. Simple as that.” When the salesman hesitates, Dante asks, “You got a problem with that?”

“No,” he says hurriedly. “I’ll get you the keys.” He heads into the building.

“He’s going to think you killed someone,” I tell Dante.

“Probably. But that’s not my concern. We just need a car, and money usually makes people not ask any questions.”

The salesman comes back outside and hands Dante the key. Dante pulls an envelope from his pocket and hands it to the salesman. “The money is clean,” Dante says. “Keep your mouth shut if anyone comes asking.”

“Of course.”

Dante and I get in the car, and then we’re off again.

“I can’t believe that worked,” I say. “He really won’t say anything?”

“I doubt it. You saw what he was wearing. A jacket with a hole in the sleeve and baggy pants. He doesn’t have a lot of money, and he just came into twenty grand in cash in a matter of seconds. He’s not telling anyone about that.”

“You’re smarter than my brothers give you credit for.”

Dante snorts. “That’s because they think they’re gods on earth, and everyone else is a mere mortal. I took you, didn’t I? They’re not smarter than me, and they’re definitely not gods.”

“What are they, then?”

“Just men. Flawed, human men.”

Dante keeps driving until we reach a small ranch house in some tiny town I’ve never even heard of. “Here we are.”

Neither of us gets out of the car.

“So, this is my new home?”

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