Page 23 of The Mob and his Messenger

“I texted him,” I tell her. “He’s on his way to the same safe house we’re going to.”

A look passes across her eyes, her features distorting for a moment.

Are we going to tell him?

That’s the silent question in her gaze.

I reach forward and take her hand, savoring the warmth of it, unable to stop myself from imagining her under me with that summer dress hiked up around her hips, my manhood driving deep inside of her, claiming every inch of her as my own as my seed fires into her womb, the only fucking place it belongs.

Soon.

If I don’t fuck her soon, I’ll turn full savage, full beast.

I lead her onto the helicopter and we get Poppet strapped in by her harness, using the straps that are usually used for cargo so that she’s completely secure. Dallas checks her harness, making sure she’s not going to be able to wriggle out once the chopper takes off. And then I strap Dallas in, aware that even now my manhood is roaring at me, demanding that I slide my hands up her thick creamy thighs and make her squirt like the sex goddess she is.

“I’ve never been in a helicopter before,” she says, shivering slightly. “I hope I don’t, you know, freak out.”

“You won’t,” I tell her. “You’re strong, Dallas. I saw how you reacted when those bastards tried to kill us with that bomb. You’re made of tough stuff. Don’t ever forget that.”

“You’ve got a lot of faith in me,” she murmurs.

The undertone is clear.

A lot of faith in me considering we only just met.

But we both know that’s bullshit because it doesn’t feel like we just met at all.

It feels like everything I’ve ever done has led me to her, as though my life has been a waiting game and now the wait’s finally over.

Soon the chopper blades start cutting the air and Dallas makes a soft sighing noise, a sound that hits me right in my core, that even now – with Julio being attended to mere feet away on the stretcher – makes me want to claim her, every fucking inch.

As the helicopter rises into the air, Dallas whimpers but Poppet grins and lets her tongue hang from her mouth. She looks at Dallas, head tilted, as though wondering why her owner is making such a fuss about this.

“Good girl,” Dallas says through clenched teeth. She laughs shakily. “I mean, hell, she’s always been braver than me.”

I squeeze onto her thigh, trying to keep it a supportive gesture, trying to stop the desire from flaming unstoppably inside of me.

But that’s the thing with unstoppable desire.

It can’t be fucking stopped.“War,” Gabriel growls later.

We’re sitting in the office of the safe house, located dozens of miles outside of the city in the countryside. The estate is fortified with fifteen-feet-high walls and towers posted on all corners, complete with searchlights and armed guards. The only way in is through the front gate, which is made of thick explosive-resistant steel and guarded at all times. The land around the estate is flat, unbroken countryside, giving us superior visibility from all sides. We have several cars and two helicopters for transport in and out of the city.

We’re safe here.

She’s safe here.

My queen.

My consigliere’s daughter.

This is a fucking mess.

But she’s mine now and nothing’s going to change that.

But when we climbed from the helicopter, Dallas took me to one side and placed her hand on my arm. I could feel the sultriness of her palm through my shirt, my hunger for her rising to a deafening howl inside of me.

“Can we not tell him, not yet?” she’d whispered. “I know, it’s not good … sneaking around. And I’ll understand if you want to cut this off—”

“Never,” I growled, wrapping my arm around her and pulling her close to me, smashing her body against mine. “Don’t you understand? I couldn’t stop this if I wanted to. And I don’t want to. I never will. You’re mine now. Forever.”

“I know,” she’d said quietly, her frantic breathing telling me everything I needed to know about how badly she wanted it, too. “But everything is just spinning out of control and I don’t know if telling Dad right now is the best idea.”

I’d reluctantly agreed, only because I could see the reason in what she said. Gabriel has been my most trusted man since I joined the mob, back when I was a teenager and he was just a kid. The last thing I wanted right now was to throw something like this at him.

Or is that just an excuse?

I don’t know.

All I know for certain is that the Irish can’t get away with this and Dallas is the only woman I’ve ever felt this way about. Everything else is up in the goddamn air.

“Skip?” Gabriel says, tugging me back to the present.

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