Page 35 of Blood Ties
"You'll know soon…"
He takes a few harsh breaths and goes limp, his eyes lifeless.
Gunshots come from behind me. "The guy outside got away." Germo wipes the sweat from his brow. “Marcus has the other one. He's mostly alive."
I glance at the guy on the floor. "Too bad I can't say the same for his friend. Mario sent them." I search the corpse, pullingout a handful of brass. They made the delivery, just not the way Mario had wanted them to.
"Mario is back in hiding." Marcus walks into the room, setting his gun on the table. He runs his hand through his hair, stomping his foot on the ground. "Not sure how we'll get him now. Carlos lost track of him after he and Angel surprised a few of his friends in a nearby casino."
"He's running like a coward."
"He won't stay gone forever," Germo adds. "We still have one of his men."
"I doubt he'll tell us much. Mario made sure none of them knew where he was going. We'll just have to keep our guards up."
"So that's it then?" Germo stares between us.
Miguel shakes his head. "As far as Mario goes, we have nothing to go on now. He covered his tracks very well. Men like him are good at disappearing. It won't last. It never does. Not as long as we're all still alive."
"What do we do now, boss?" The bouncer picks up the bag from the floor.
"Get this mess cleaned up and open this place back up for business." He glances back at Germo. "Make sure no one here goes speaking to the cops."
Everyone shifts around the room. Two customers are still hiding behind the bar on their hands and knees. The dancers go back to work and the bouncer gets rid of the bomb. Another man comes in from the back and takes care of the body. Marcus sure could rule the world if he wanted to. I follow him to a back office, shutting the door behind me. "What happened to the other guy?"
"Dead in one of the bathroom stalls." He pulls out two cups and pours something from a flask into each one. He hands me a glass. "Looks like you can go back home now."
"Not today." I step closer, setting my drink down behind him, enclosing him in between me and the desk. "Turn around."
"Fuck you." He shoves against me, but my hold is too strong.
I lick my lips feeling his cock harden against my thigh. "It's been a rough day. Let me take care of you."
"I don't need you to do anything."
His eyes don't match his words. I stroke his cheek. "You need to work on your poker face, precious."
"I hate you."
I laugh. "Sweetheart, the sooner you stop lying to yourself, the better off we'll be."
"I'm not your sweetheart."
I scoff. "That's funny, pretty sure you were willing to be my anything when I had my tongue in your ass last night."
His nose flares and his cheeks flush. "I hope you enjoyed it while it lasted, because it won't be happening again."
"Are you sure about that?"
He slides a hand down the side of my cheek, gazing deeply into my eyes and before I know it, the barrel of a gun is being shoved against my cock. "Pretty fucking sure."
When it comes to most people, catching me off guard is an impossible task. Except when it comes to this man, all logical thinking goes out the window and my walls of steel come crashing down every damn time he touches me.
I laugh. "And they say romance is dead. I'll see you tomorrow, Mi conejito."
He takes a step back, sliding his gun back in his pocket. "What for?"
"To come ask you on a date."
