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“Eradicate more sinners, and you will get more of the serum.” Falcon snapped the satchel shut and zipped it closed.
Donald nodded in a daze as he accepted the package from her.
The boss came forward to stand before Donald. “You know the real Greed is Griffin Lazarus, don’t you?”
Every furious bone in Donald’s body swelled.Fucking Lazarus. Should have known. Well, Donald knew exactly how to deal with him. He knew how to deal with them all.
“So, what will you do?” the boss asked. “Think big, Donald.”
Donald’s gaze spanned the city outside his window. There were thousands of greedy sinners out there. The more he removed, the more serum he got, the more powerful he became. No more vulnerability or humiliation from the Deadly Seven, he’d be serving it up instead, and as his benefactors went to leave his apartment, he thought, he’d see the last of them too.
“Whatever you choose.” The boss paused in the doorway. “Just don’t kill Griffin Lazarus. We want him alive.”
And that made Donald the most furious of all. Fuck them. Fuck them all.
Chapter Thirty
Griffin drove into work on Monday with Lilo in his car and parked in the underground garage of the Cardinal Copy newsroom.
She allowed him to open her door. It made a subtle warmth expand in his chest. He offered a hand and she accepted, just like she had all weekend and the routine of this action had settled deep. It cleared his greedy slate and calmed him to the core. As men would often say, he felt as though he’d been walking on clouds and had almost forgotten the yearning pressure greed left behind.
That was until they entered his office and she let go of his hand.
Sin ebbed like a lazy ocean, oozing back into his pores.
When she kissed him, he tugged her close and inhaled her soft natural scent to drown out the waves.
“You don’t wear perfume anymore. Or chew blueberry gum,” he noted, with a rumble of appreciation.
She smiled. “You caught that, huh? I stopped when I heard it bothered you.”
“I never told you that.”
“Grace did a while ago.”
He stared for a while, unsure what to say. “No one has ever cared enough about me to change their scent. Usually my family like to push and test me. Our way has always been to keep each other strong. It’s all we’ve known.”
“Well, that’s between you and them. For us, we can handle things our own way.”
“Thank you,” he whispered and captured her mouth in a searing kiss. The tingling in his teeth drilled into his brain, but he had to do it. He was drawn to her like a magnet. One last kiss before she went to her desk because he wouldn’t see her for the rest of the day, and already the thought of her absence niggled at him. He wanted the sense of her to last.
Over the weekend, the more time he spent with her, the more her calming effect lasted. And when they spent any time apart, he would crave her touch like never before. She only went to the grocers for an hour, but when she’d come back, he’d been unable to help himself from stripping her naked the instant she got home. For a minute, he considered locking his office door and taking her on the desk. He considered just having the day off to go home with her, despite the fact he’d never played hooky in his life.
She moaned and rubbed her hands over his arms. “I like that you let me be affectionate in public.”
It was an odd thing to say, and he was about to mention it, but she kept talking.
“Never-mind. It’s nothing. So,” she stated brightly. “I will see you at lunch. Here at twelve? I made that zucchini slice, remember?”
“Sounds delicious.”
She preened from his approval with a slight blush. “Oh, and do you want donuts when I bring them around?”
“No, but—” he pulled a fifty out of his wallet. “You’re always paying. Let me.”
“I don’t mind.”
He arched a brow. “Let me pay.”
