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"Kiss?" he asked, one eyebrow slightly raised.

I poked him in the chest with my fingernail. "You know what I mean."

He leaned in and rested his forehead against mine. "You want to suck my cock again. Consider it all yours. If you want to put your beautiful mouth around my cock, you can. Any time, anywhere."

"Anywhere?" I echoed.

"Anywhere," he agreed. "I will never not want to fuck your mouth. In the meantime…"

He kissed my mouth. Lightly, gently with more intimacy than we'd ever kissed before. If I ever doubted his feelings for me, I didn't now.

I hoped I conveyed the same to him. I'd been in love with him for as long as I could remember. We'd missed so much time, but we could make up for it.

Someday, it might feel like those five years never happened.

I caught a hint of movement near the back door, leading into the house.

How long had Damon stood there, watching us? I sensed he was there for a while as I sucked Reuben off.

I got a vibe from him. If he could have taken either of our places, he would have.

Apparently, I wasn't the only one with secrets.

CHAPTER 11

MINA

"You know this is confidential information, right?" I glanced back as Gianni peered over my shoulder.

He grinned, but didn't move away. "I figured I could help. Give you some advice as to which job to take next."

His face was centimetres from mine, close enough for me to breathe in the warm, unique scent of him. He always smelled of lavender, leather and danger.

I turned off my phone screen. "What makes you think I need advice?"

I followed him with my gaze as he walked around the back of the couch and plopped down beside me.

He was completely undeterred. "You probably don't, but there's a shit load of suburbs that didn't exist a year or two ago, much less five. Besides, you might need someone to drive the getaway car."

He raised his tattooed hands to either side of his face, to gesture at himself. He wore a gold ring on his right hand, which shone in the light that came through the library window.

"I'd suggest you watch too many movies, but I suppose that's Damon's job." I placed my phone down on my lap and leaned against the arm of the couch. "I could ask him to come with me." I couldn't help trying to see if I could get a rise out of Gianni. Naturally, I didn't.

"We could all go." He spoke as if he was suggesting an afternoon out, maybe with a picnic.

"Nothing says ‘stealthy assassin at work’ quite like a car full of people," I said dryly.

Now I was picturing us turning up in a bright red car, with bright clothes and maybe a neon sign or two. Fun, but it wouldn't go unnoticed.

"What I really need is a current driver's license and a car." Some of these jobs were close, but others were on the other side of Sydney. Many were in different states and a handful were in different countries.

Being an assassin was not only lucrative, but it was a great way to see the world.

If you liked to see cities at night, and didn't mind missing all the things tourists got to do. If I kept turning up in interesting places, people might start to notice. Especially if they coincided with the deaths of influential people.

I might look sweet, but at the end of the day, I was a DiMarco. Anyone who knew our family would wonder what I was up to.

"Too easy," he said with a wave of his wrist. "We just need a photo and we can sort the license. And Reuben has lots of cars. You could borrow one of his. Or ask him to give you one. If you told him you needed a black Maserati with hot pink seats, he'd have that here in a day or two."

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