Page 24 of Savage Bosses

The man’s lips lift in a sneer showing his yellowed teeth. “I’m here for the boss’ merchandise. He made a deal and he’s here to collect.”

“No, she is not part of that deal. I’ll pay you whatever Marcus owes. How much is it?”

A gasp slips from my lips. I never would’ve thought to ask him for the money and now he is freely offering it up for me. Part of me wants to tell him no. This is not his problem. However, common sense and desperation tells me to keep my mouth shut.

“Aww how sweet. You’re willing to pay off her boyfriend’s debt for her,” the guy with the gun says placing his gun less hand to his chest. “Unfortunately for you, that is no longer an option. Saint wants the girl. You can keep your money.”

The guy stands up with his gun still trained on us. “Let’s go, milk chocolate.”

I cringe at the name he’s given me.

Nico leaps up from his seat. “No, she isn’t going.”

For only a second, I bask in the way he’s standing up for me and trying to protect me. It’s a hell of a lot more than Marcus did and he’s the one that caused the problem. However, my happiness is short lived because the intruder uses the gun to hit Nico over the head. He collapses onto the couch beside me.

“Nico,” I cry out his name.

Before I can touch him, the intruder yanks me off the couch by my arm and drags me into his chest. I kick and scream trying my best to keep him from taking me out of the apartment. We make it all the way to the door before I’m snatched away from the intruder. Losing my balance, I fall to the floor. When I look up, Nico has the man by the neck pounding him in the face. The gun the guy was holding is now lying on the floor at their feet.

For the next few minutes all I hear is fist hitting flesh and the soft cries of the intruder. When the cries go silent, I start to get worried. Finally, getting off my ass, I approach Mr. Basille. He seems to be in a trance as he continues to pummel the man. The guy is no longer moving or recognizable.

“Mr. Basille,” I call out his name, but he doesn’t respond. I get closer to his back, but don’t dare touch him. “Nico.”

He stops suddenly, his shoulders heaving with his deep breaths. He drops the intruder and then spins on his feet to face me.

Holding out his arms for me, he says, “Come here, Baby.”

I go into his embrace. I don’t even acknowledge the use of the pet name. At the moment, I’m just happy to be here in his arms and not on my way to a brothel.

“Are you okay, Tiffany?”

I nod with my head buried in his shoulders. My body is shaking from fear and relief.

Nico leans back, cupping my face between his hands, his dark brown eyes scan over my face. This man has saved my life so many times. Not once has he ever asked for anything in return.

I don’t know what comes over me next. Maybe I should blame it on the adrenaline, or the relief. Maybe it’s the way those dark eyes are carefully checking me over that causes my next action. Who knows why I lean up on my toes and join my lips to his?

For a moment he seemed shocked at my actions. It’s enough to make me snatch away from him.

“I’m so sorry,” I say feeling like a complete idiot. The man has been nice to me, that doesn’t mean I should just throw myself at him. “Can we just pretend that didn’t—”

My words are cut off when he grabs me by the neck and draws my lips to his. This time, there is no hesitation. When my mouth lands on his, he immediately runs his tongue against my bottom lip demanding entry. I oblige.

Nico kisses me with a passion that steals my breath and sanity away. His full lips are just as soft as I always knew they would be.

We kiss until my lungs burn for oxygen. As if he knows I’ve reached my limit, he suddenly pulls back, giving me soft pecks before placing his forehead to mine.

I take deep breaths to slow my labored breathing and ease the burning in my body. How can a man get me this turned on with simply a kiss. My body feels hot and every nerve ending seems to be on the surface of my skin. Which sounds painful, but it isn’t. Even though my body is in heaven, my brain is in hell.

I literally just broke up with my boyfriend three days ago and now I’m kissing my boss. What the hell is wrong with me? He must think I’m a slut or a gold digger.

His gaze locks into me, he’s watching me so intently as if he’s seeing into my soul.

He sighs, his warm breath brushing over my face before stepping back and letting me go. I feel a bit disappointed, but the space is best for us.

“I know you don’t like the idea of it, but I can’t let you stay here alone. You have to move in with me. My home is better protected.”

At this point I don’t have the mental capacity to argue with him. My thoughts are all over the place. I finally realize this Saint guy is truly insane and I won’t be safe until the cops catch him.

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