Page 90 of Devious Lies

And that they have guns.

I recognize the miserable jerk immediately. Even though the years have not been kind, it is pretty hard to mistake him for anyone else.

Matteo Sanchez is standing on my mother’s porch there in all his greasy-haired glory.

I remain in the car. Yes, I’m supposed to follow her inside, but the second I see him I freeze.

“Stay here, mija,” Mami says.

The driver gets out to escort her and Mami just plays it off like nothing is amiss.

Right on cue, Joe, the neighbor who’s been helping her, walks over from where he is weeding his yard.

I can’t hear anything they say, but Joe is clever.

He has his phone in his hand.

I think he is recording. But no.

Smart guy.

Joe calls Luc, and he leaves the line open for him to hear everything that goes on between Matteo and my mother.

I don’t know that yet.

Not until I arrive at the Den. I’m supposed to meet Luc inside.

But when we pull into the back, I see him outside, waiting for me.

He looks mad as hell.

I shouldn’t get turned on by that. But seeing Luc in a temper is a sight to behold.

His piercings glitter like his eyes, and he looks like something from out of this world.

Dark gray pants cling to his hips and thighs, and I imagine the serpentine tattoo that winds around his body, ending with his long, thick, jewelry covered cock.

I swear I swoon at the thought.

He looks like something out of that Gerard Butler movie. The ancient warrior one.

300.

That’s what it’s called. The one about the Spartans.

He dazzles me.

Beneath his clothes, I know he looks even better.

Tattooed and dripping metal. I picture the Spartans in that film. Then I picture the sexy as fuck bad guy.

Xerxes.

In the movie, Xerxes is dripping gold, and Luc is like the counter version.

His metal is silver-colored titanium.

My pussy aches for him and I can’t stop my mind from picturing him.

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