Page 71 of Black Widow's Kiss

“Let’s not talk about last night,” he said still contently smiling.

But we had to, didn’t we? I had never been a chick about these things, but if ever we needed to talk, it would be about what happened last night.

“I just want to make sure. You remembered our safe word, right?”

Kuroi’s smile widened amused. Reaching over and placing his hand on my cheek, he reassured me.

“Yes, I remember our safe word.”

“Just checking,” I said, not feeling better about things, but knowing I hadn’t crossed a line.

Reassured, the muscles in my shoulders unclenched. My whole body did. With it came the wave of exhaustion from being awake all night. It dragged my eyes closed. And just as I was going to let myself fall asleep, Kuroi said,

“Oh, I never got a chance to tell you why I had deserved a treat last night.”

“You didn’t,” I said without the strength to reopen my eyes.

“I found your uncle.”

“I figured. Where is he?”

“Tied up in a warehouse in the Bronx.”

My eyes snapped open.

“What?”

“I figured you’d want to talk to him and I thought I’d make it easy for you,” Kuroi said please with himself.

“That’s… I don’t…” I muttered fighting for words. “Why would you do that?”

“Because he might be here to kill you. He can’t kill you if he’s tied up in a warehouse.”

“He’s been there all night?” I said fully awake and sitting up.

“I didn’t mean to leave him there. I got distracted by something. What was it again? That’s right, your cock up my ass,” he said amused.

Sprinting out of bed to get ready, I told Kuroi, “You have to take me to him.”

Rolling over to watch me, he replied, “He’s been there all night. If he needed to pee, he’s peed himself by now. What’s another hour in bed?”

“This isn’t a joke, Kuroi. You need to take me to him now.”

“You’re no fun,” my husband said reluctantly complying.

Dressed, I didn’t let Kuroi go through his usual routine of choosing an outfit and putting on makeup. Still, he managed to look stylish and hot as hell. Matteo thought of himself as some type of pretty boy. But it was Kuroi who always looked like he stepped off of a runway.

“What are you waiting for? Let’s go,” he told me entering the living room as if I weren’t the one waiting on him.

Hopping into my car, we drove out of the city and into the Bronx.

“My father has warehouses in every borough,” he explained.

“To store his product?”

“They are more like distribution hubs. He has a few and rotates between them before selling them. This one’s empty.”

That told me a lot about Sato’s organization. If we ever did go to war, I now knew how to cripple him. I wasn’t sure if Kuroi had meant to tell me what he had, but there was no way I would use the information in a way that could hurt him.

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