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Every day that has passed is another day my craving for him has come back harder and harder. I crave him in ways that I thought had long since died in me.
We haven’t had sex yet, much to my dismay. We haven’t even kissed yet, either. It is hard to sleep in the same house as him and not have him kiss me or touch me.
I can’t believe it.
I pull the covers off of my body and gingerly get out of the most comfortable bed. Milo arranged for someone to get my clothes and belongings from the hotel, which was nice. I definitely needed to make sure I took my birth control pills. I quickly change out of my clothes and pad down the stairs to see what Milo is doing.
He’s sitting in the sitting room with his head dropped low and resting on his fists.
“What happened?” I ask.
He holds his hand out to me and I grab it eagerly. I loved the way he felt in my hand.
“Baby, the hit has gotten much higher and Jamar managed to escape prison.”
My mouth drops to the floor. “How the fuck did he get out?” Tears prick my eyes that I try to blink away. I couldn’t imagine how he got out of prison, but I know he’s coming for me.
I know that now since he knows who I am, he’s going to find me and try to kill me.
“He killed a guard by strangling him and managed to get into his uniform without anyone noticing.”
Octavious and Varya along with everyone else, come bursting into the house. My brother wraps his arms around me separating me from Milo. I hug him back.
“We just got the notification,” Octavious mutters. “I’m on it and I will find him.”
Milo looks from me to Octavious. “Who’s going to be here to protect Isidora?”
“We’ll get a couple of guys posted here so we can track him down. I’m ready to roll out if you are.”
Milo grabs me from my brother’s grasp and leads me into the kitchen. He cups my face with his big hands and runs his thumb over my lips. Even in the height of danger, he still strikes me speechless.
His mouth lowers to mine, slowly. It feels like an eternity before I feel his lips brush mine. It is soft at first, then the kiss deepens. My breath gets caught in my throat and then comes rushing out.
“We gotta roll!” Octavious yells from the living room.
“I didn’t want to leave before tasting your lips again. Be good and I’ll be back soon.”
I’m left speechless. Utterly speechless.
Chapter Twelve
Milo
“Do you have an idea where he is?” I bark out as I climb into the SUV that’s now parked in my driveway.
One of the men left the house with Varya in tow to go back to Octavious’s house. Which is fine, I don’t want Isidora feeling awkward in my home and feeling like she has to entertain her.
“Word is he’s stolen the guard’s car but no one knows what kind of car it is,” Miklos informs us.
“Has anyone attempted yet to collect on the contract?” I ask.
Miklos, who is seated behind me, hands me his phone with a voicemail ready to be played.
“I want to cancel that hit. I found someone who could do it quicker. By the way, you know who this is. I’m coming for her.”
“Fuck! Have you put any feelers out underground?” I ask as Octavious makes a sharp turn on his way to the prison.
No one says anything for a second.
