Page 60 of Never Die for a Sinner
God, this man is insane. Any one of his family members could walk in, and here I am, practically grinding against his thigh in the kitchen.
“There will come a time when you will learn not to play these little games with me, Ava. I’m not the good guy you want to pretend I am. I’m not pining after you. I’m not waiting around for you to fuck me. You are nothing more than my prudish little housekeeper. Last night meant nothing.”
Alarm bells scream in my head, telling me to run, but my body begs to drag him closer. Beg for more friction, the brush of his hands on me, anything to quell the raging inferno in my blood.
There’s a breath of silence where neither of us moves. Both of us lost to the feeling of each other’s bodies, and if I didn’t know any better, I’d say the hardness pressed against me proves he’s not at all indifferent to my effect on him.
In a bold move on my part that surprises even me, I reach between us, cupping his erection through his jeans, and force myself to meet his gaze.
“This is all I need to know you’re lying.”
His jaw tenses so much I fear for his teeth. I brush my thumb over his length—his overzealous length, might I add—and his nostrils flare.
And then I let go of him, place both my hands on his chest, and shove him back with all my might. The air is cold where his skin was touching mine, and I ignore the goosebumps pebbling on my flesh.
Levi glares at me. Or maybe he’s looking at me in awe. Honestly, with him, they look almost the same.
“Oh, and a word of advice,” I say, pausing in the doorway to the kitchen with my bowl of pasta in hand. “The next time you decide to chase a girl through the woods and fuck her, maybe bring a condom. I’d hate for you to have to deal with the consequences of your own actions for a change.”
LEVI
Ipull on my cigarette, letting out the cloud of smoke and watching it hang in the air of night. A ship horn blasts somewhere out in the bay, signaling it’s coming into port, but it’s not why I’m here.
A noise catches my attention, and my gaze shoots back to the docks to where a ship is being unloaded a few yards away.
They can’t see me where I am, hidden in the brush across the street. They do this under the cover of night. Not many are awake at three a.m., but I am.
I’ve been here for an hour, just watching. Waiting for the proof I need.
A black SUV pulls through the gates, heading over to where they’re unloading the remaining cargo from the small ship. I pull out my binoculars, zooming in on the back of the car.
A worker crosses the dock, heading toward the back window. They exchange words, but the glass is tinted, making it impossible to see inside.
I know, though. I fucking know who’s inside that car.
My hands shake with uncontrollable rage.
My blood roars in my ears.
All this time, it was right there in front of my face, and yet, I didn’t want to believe it.
I still don’t.
I’m about to turn away when I spot him. The back door opens, and he climbs out, smoothing down the lines of his suit. He looks around, his gaze sliding over me where I’m standing in the shadows. He doesn’t see me . . . but he can sense me.
His gaze lingers in the shadows surrounding me for only a moment before he starts walking toward the warehouse off the docks, presumably where they store all the drugs that come in on the ships.
I watch him disappear through the doors as the last bit of cargo is placed on the dock.
In the blink of an eye, everything goes silent.
The men on the docks disperse—the doors to the warehouse slam shut. Even the waves of the ocean fall silent.
Silently, I slip my flask out of my back pocket, raising it to my lips.
I let the whiskey coat my senses, drowning out the noise in my head, telling me to go in there and put a bullet between his eyes.
Slowly, I roll my shoulders, cracking my neck.
