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I laugh, tossing my arm over my eyes. “Fuck if I know.”

A radio from somewhere up front sounds off, and I startle.

“Dante, we have movement on the South side of the building.”

“Fuck,” Dante says, grabbing the pants he’d kicked off and shoving back into them. I find my onesie, and he helps me get it back on before we get out and slink back to the front of the Range Rover.

“I need you to stay here,” he tells me, grabbing his gun and checking the mag.

I nod.

He tells Marco he’s heading to him and grabs the door handle. Before I think about what I’m doing, I tug his shirt and pull him back to me, sealing his lips with mine in a heated kiss that has blood racing through my veins again in a flash.

I break away from his mouth, resting my forehead against his. We breathe heavily, seeming to breathe in sync.

“Be safe.”

Instead of a smart-ass remark, he says, “Yes, ma’am.”

Then he’s gone, and I’m chewing my nails with anxiety as I lock the door, get my gun, and ensure that it’s ready to fire if need be.

Because if I’m going to stay in this life, I need to be ready for whatever might step in my path. Like Dante Russo himself once said.

CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

DANTE

The fucker ran from us the first chance he got, and we’re now headed back to the warehouse on foot. I hated leaving Alyssa alone in the car. But I know she’s armed. In a pinch, I know my little menace will defend herself.

She’s dug her way under my skin so deeply that this life doesn’t hold the same value and thrill to me much anymore. I value her over all else, and it’s more thrilling to unzip her onesie than to chase a man through the street with bullets flying.

“We’re headed back to the warehouse, Alyssa. Stay put. He got away, and I don’t know if more men are on the property.”

I left my radio behind, and I knew she could hear me. Part of me hopes she remains silent, and the other half wants her to confirm that she’s alright.

“Copy,” she says, and I grin.

Every fucking thing she does makes me grin, and I don’t know when I became so obsessed.

“Oh man, you’ve got it bad,” Marco points out, clapping me on the shoulder as he holds his other side to get the stitch out of the muscles.

“Shut up.”

“You’re not denying it, though.”

“Can’t deny something true. I don’t know if this life is for her.”

“This life isn’t for anyone, man. She will adjust,” he says.

The lights above the warehouse gates are up ahead, and we both slow down to walk as we spot them.

“Blue Mazda is missing. It was parked just there,” he says.

“You get the plates off it?”

“Of course. I got all the ones on the street so I could have them if any moved.”

I nod. “Good job.”

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