Page 28 of Untouchable

Her brows furrow and she looks like she is ready to say something, but before she does, I turn away and begin messing with my gun, doing my best to avoid her penetrating gaze. I hear a soft sigh before her bare feet pad past me.

“I am going to take a shower,” she says tiredly, walking with a slight limp to the bathroom before closing the door.

I take off my suit jacket and drape it over the chair, undoing my sleeves as I sit down on the edge of the bed closest to the door. I lay down on my back and close my eyes tightly, doing my best to push away any and all feelings that have tried to rise up in me from today. As a solider, I am taught to compartmentalize. There is a time to be sad, to be tired, to be distracted and until a safe time comes to unpack all of that, you don’t let it show. Not even a little bit.

We are nowhere near safe right now, so I shove everything to the back of my mind. All of the men we lost today, the fact that Seraphina and I would have joined their lifeless bodies if she would have finished packing one minute sooner. I push away the memory of the disgusting fucker that had his meaty paws all over Seraphina, no doubt whispering vile shit in her ear about what he was going to do to her. Anger rushes through my veins and my hands fist at my sides.

She is my job. For almost 2 years now my entire job, as well as Drew and Seth’s, has been to keep Seraphina safe. It is still my job, and I will not fail. It isn’t even an option.

I want to call someone to figure out what is going on. I was supposed to meet up with Drew and Seth downtown after I dropped Seraphina off at the airport. Do they know what is going on? Probably not. I was there and I don’t even know what is going on.

Who the fuck are these guys and what do they want? Well, what they want is seeming pretty clear since they were definitely not looking to have a drink and hangout with us at the Jacobson estate.

I am shook from my thoughts when a knock sounds at the front door. My eyes fly open and I sit up quickly, my back straightening as I grab my gun and walk over to the peep hole. Looking out, I see that it is just the kid from the front desk, but I don’t let down my guard. You can never be too careful.

Slowly, I open the door and look at him through the 3-inch gap. He holds a plastic bag in his hand before lifting it up for me.

“That was fast,” I say as I grab it.

“Yeah, Walmart is just in the next lot. I got everything except for bullets. You were joking about that, right?”

“No, but that’s okay.”

I can tell the kid wants a tip or something but instead, I roll my eyes and slam the door closed. Digging through the bag I find some Ibuprofen, bandages, hydrogen peroxide, sweats and t-shirts for us, a burner phone and a pair of tennis shoes and socks for Seraphina.

I walk over to the bathroom door and knock on it.

“Yeah?” She calls out over the stream of the shower.

“I got you some clothes.”

“You can come in,” she says softly.

I hesitate for a second before I nod stiffly and open the door. I step inside the steamy bathroom and quickly place the sweats and t-shirt on the sink before turning on my heel to step out the door.

“Thank you,” she says softly through the curtain.

Stopping in place, I turn slightly. I can’t see her, not really. But I can see the shape of her, and the sight alone has my breath stalling in my chest. The cream-colored curtains are light apart from the dark silhouette Seraphina is currently casting.

It starts at the bottom, with slender legs. My eyes travel up to see the tapered flare of her hips, a much sharper flare than I ever remember. Dipping in tightly I see the curve of her waistline that is basically non-existent and when she turns into the water just right, I can see the swell of her full breasts. Breasts that I spent way more time than I would care to admit admiring over the years.

“Alessandro? Are you still in here?” She asks.

Shaking me from my daze, I clear my throat before quickly striding out the door, shutting it tightly like I can shut the door on the memory of her silhouette. I never thought shadows could be so tempting.

Running a hand down my face I let out a rough sigh before shaking my head. I walk over to the bag and pull out the burner to see that it is thankfully already activated. I tap in the Boss’s private number before hitting call. It only rings once before he is answering.

“Who is this?” He asks coldly.

“It’s me.”

“Alessandro, fuck. What took you so long? Where are you guys? Have you already landed?”

“Not exactly. When we got to Jacobson’s place some guys were already there. One was holding the pilot hostage and the other was waiting for us.”

“And?”

“And they have both been taken care of.”

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