Page 28 of Black Widow's Kiss

Speaking of, why was he dressed like that when I got home? I’ve never had a fetish. But that man was definitely doing something to me. If he ever stopped trying to kill me, I would do incredibly dirty things to him.

“Did you hear me, Dante? You can’t go home. I need more time before I take over the family business. So, I need you alive a little longer.”

My eyes locked on him giving him a death stare. He wasn’t joking. He also wasn’t backing down from what he said.

I could respect that. Lorenzo knew what he wanted and didn’t try to hide it. He wanted my job but wasn’t willing to kill me for it. He should have that type of ambition. I could work with that.

He didn’t have what was needed to run the family. Neither he nor Matteo did. Combine the two and they would be a dangerous force. But running a family required letting people inside. It might frustrate the hell out of you like Matteo frustrated me. But it was what was necessary. Lorenzo couldn’t do that.

And what Matteo needed was some of Lorenzo’s foresight. Hell, Matteo just needed not to act on whatever random thought went through his head. Not even our father ran the business that way and we had barely survived it.

“You’re my brother. Don’t make me have to put you in the ground,” I warned him.

“You think you could if you tried?” he asked with a smile.

What did he mean by that? Of course I could. Was he better at building allies than I gave him credit for?

“Don’t make me have to try,” I said staring him in the eyes.

“You can sleep in the spare room,” he replied leaving the table and heading to his room.

I had to watch Lorenzo. He was the last person I would expect to betray me. But that made him the most dangerous.

Sitting for a while longer, I eventually took Lorenzo up on his offer and retired to his spare room. In spite of Lorenzo’s open challenge, I slept well that night. I hadn’t gotten any sleep the night before, so I needed it. And when it came time to return home the next morning, I found Kuroi sleeping in my bed.

I was quiet so I didn’t think I had woken him. That allowed me to stare at my new husband, the beautiful boy in my bed. He slept so peacefully under my sheets. I couldn’t help but like that. At the same time, why hadn’t he slept in the spare room?

How amazing would it be if I was in that bed with him? He would fit so comfortably in arms. I could hold him andprotect him from the world if he let me. But maybe I was thinking about this wrong.

I hadn’t been in this position before.There had been guys in my bed but none of them were allowed to spend the night. Kuroi looked like he belonged there. But maybe I was projecting what I wanted onto a man who was lying in wait to kill me.

Closing my eyes and shaking the thought out of my head, I headed for my bathroom and began my day. As I stood under the shower, everything hurt. I felt like I was being held together by threads at this point. And after taking way too long to get dressed, the opening bathroom door grabbed my attention.

Staring past my changing room to the bathroom, our eyes met. Kuroi was dressed in nothing but boxer briefs. For the first time I was seeing him. No crazy outfit or face paint. Just him. All of him. My crotch tightened at what I saw.

“Let me help you,” he said in a soft voice headed towards me.

I quickly assessed the weapons he could use between where he was and where I was as well as the placement of my gun. Turns out I didn’t need any of them. The only thing he reached for was my shirt. Feeling his body heat wash over me, I could smell his faint scent as he pulled the shirt over my shoulders.

With that done, he buttoned me up. I couldn’t tell if he saw the stitches on my side. If he did, he didn’t react to it. He simply tucked my shirt into my pants and searched my closet for a jacket. Retrieving one, he handed to me.

“I don’t need it,” I told him never wearing a jacket to the office.

“You would look good in it,” he said, shaking it in front of me.

I couldn’t refuse him. Staring into his mesmerizing eyes, all I could do was give him what he wanted.

Taking the jacket, I stuck my arm in a sleeve. Again unable to pull it over my shoulders, he helped me with it and turned me towards the full length mirror. Standing behind me he stared at me in it. Liking what he saw, he smiled.

“Better?”

“Yeah, better,” I replied referring to everything that was going on.

“Would you like me to make you some breakfast?”

“You make breakfast?” I asked him surprised.

“I have a phone,” he joked.

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