Page 16 of Toxic Things I Love About You

“Fuck. That’s all I know. He’s living in the Plaza building. He has the penthouse. He isn’t fucking hiding. I dunno. I swear. I’m just told where to get the product and then I relabel. A third party takes over from there. The Lords. My contact is in my phone. Look under L.”

He swallowed, and Emilee popped her hip. The wheels were turning as she twisted a rogue strand of hair around her finger. I shouldn’t have been all kinds of turned on, knowing those beautiful legs disappeared under that jacket and how I knew she was fucking bare. My cock was so hard I was ready to just off this fucker and move on to taking her upstairs. He was taking too long.

“You’re not very smart, are you?” I asked.

His eyes flicked from me to her again.

“I don’t know why you keep looking at me. Ms. Rossi is the one in charge. Although, maybe you should just address her as Mrs. Demarco?”

That last line was all for me. She was fucking around with this whole engagement. Sure, I wasn’t all that great at this commitment shit, but her? Here? Fuck. I’d always want her.

“Roman, you’re pushing your luck.” She glared my way. I leaned against the metal table and winked at her.

“Just agree you're mine,” I said.

She walked her ass over to me and stopped. Maybe she had a firm set to her beautiful face, but her lips belied her. The corner twitched.

“You fucking want to, I can tell, Butterfly.”

She took another step closer and leaned into me. I heard the lighter scratch over the metal surface as she put it down, and I couldn’t stop myself from gripping her hips and pulling her into me.

“Tell me, do we have everything we need out of him?” she asked.

“You’re avoiding my question, but not for long.”

I released one of her hips and traced my finger over her face from the temple to her lips, and then I looked back at the guy.

“What do you gain from all this?”

His breathing was growing more rapid, more shallow than before. Pain would do that.

“Fuck. Money. Same as her father. Money. If she offers me enough, I’ll do whatever she wants.”

I noticed his eyes flick down and realized the jacket had risen high enough he could see her ass.

“Thank you for your honesty. And—” I paused and gently pushed her aside as I grabbed my trusted knife.

“I just saw you looking at my fiancée’s ass. Sorry, it just doesn’t seem like you're much of an asset. But the good news? You won’t feel these burns much longer.”

With a quick motion, I slit his throat and looked back at Emilee.

“Parks?”

I looked at the phone.

“Yeah. I’m at the warehouse. I heard all that.”

I nodded, even though he couldn’t see shit.

“Great. We will call you in one hour.”

He now had a deadline. I’d text the same to Gage. But for the moment?

“Ready to go?”

She licked her lips.

“Go where?”

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