Page 32 of Mated into the Mob

“Everything you’re confused about will be explained if you let me show you something.”

Tony’s eyes swept over my crotch before studying my face. “Even my father’s death?”

I shrugged. “Probably not that, but it will help you to understand who he was.”

“Fine.” He peered over the back seat. “Is whatever it is in the car?”

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TONY

“No. It’s related to what I showed you last time you were in the car.”

His head edged closer to mine, and I didn’t pull away. I tasted his breath and longed for my tongue to be inside him. My eyes blinked rapidly as he fixed his gaze on me and parted his lips. The tip of his tongue poked out. My cock swelled, leaving little room in my pants, the zipper pressing on the shaft.

I ignored the discomfort, concentrating on Flint’s lips, and wondering if we kissed would it hurt my lip. When we last met, he was my kidnapper. So what was this? Who were we to one another and was I tempted by the undercurrent of danger that he brought with him? I was apprehensive of what might happen next.

The air in the car heated up as we both panted, our chests heaving. My body was saying, “Yes,” as he leaned in to me, his lips a hair’s breadth from mine. Goosebumps flared on my skin, rippling over me, their spiky heads making me shiver.

“Tony.” He extended a hand toward me. I didn’t flinch, and he brushed hair from my brow while I enjoyed the warmth of his fingertips.

“Flint.”

A garbage truck beeped at a car blocking its path, the noise freaked me out, and I pulled away.

“Fuck that shit. I should freaking well send Emilio after those guys,” he bellowed.

He’d broken the spell, and I picked up my pack, needing to get out of this small space.

“I’m sorry for my outburst.”

That was a first.

“Please, Tony. I beg you. Hear me out.”

A faint gray dawn edged around the buildings as people jogged past and others walked their dogs. Early-bird workers tucked their briefcases under their arms while chatting on the phone and drinking their first coffee of the day.

“I can show you what I need to and have you back in an hour.”

Sixty minutes with Flint. No handcuffs, no gun pointed at my face. I could do that.

“Fine, but no weird shit, and I need a coffee.” I rolled my tongue over my teeth. “And some mouthwash.”

“Stinky breath doesn’t matter to me.”

“Really?” I leaned back and studied him. “So if Emilio got in, breathing garlic in your face, it wouldn’t bother you?”

A smile tugged at his lips. “I’d tell him to get the fuck away and brush his dammed teeth.”

I grinned. “So why’d you lie?” I nibbled a nail and waited.

“Didn’t. Can we not talk about Emilio, please.”

“Fine,” I agreed. “He’s not my favorite person.” I rubbed my bottom lip that was almost healed.

“He’s a good man, and remember, he knew your father.”

“Getting back to foul breath, whose would you put up with?” I was daring him to say what I thought he was going to say. “Your dad? Brothers? That ass who stood up at the meeting?”

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