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“Mia,” I groaned as I followed her, wanting to say so much more, but unable to find the words.
She didn’t need them. Reaching up, Mia pressed two fingers over my lips, silencing me with a smile.
“I know, Rocco,” she whispered, her words causing my heart to clench. “Me, too.”
Burying my face in her neck, I breathed her in, wondering how we could ever have anything better than this.
Chapter forty-one
Rocco
Welaidthereforhours, Mia cuddled up to my side, wearing my shirt.
I never thought that kinda thing would get to me, but the sight of my woman, freshly fucked and wearing only my clothes?
That shit was wild.
We had been talking, getting to know one another, our hushed words cocooning us, making our little place below the plane seem like the safest place in the world.
“So, why a plane?” she asked, her fingers drumming lightly on my stomach.
I considered what to tell her, lying there on the concrete floor of the hanger, staring up at the wing of my Cessna Skyhawk.
“I’ve always hated feeling trapped,” I began, squeezing her hip as I pulled her closer to me. “I spent too much of my life forced into situations I would have given anything to get out of. I always promised myself that I’d never let myself be stuck somewhere I didn’t want to be ever again.”
Mia didn’t answer, only nodding her head against my chest, then allowed me to change the subject to something a little lighter.
For a while, anyway.
Just before the sun rose, Mia turned to me, resting her chin on my chest, her face suddenly serious.
“Rocco,” she began hesitantly. “I want you to tell me about Greg.”
“Mia,” I warned, not liking where this was going at all. “I don’t think you need to hear that shit.”
“I do,” she insisted, sitting up and frowning down at me. “I want to know. Ineedto know, Rocco.”
“No, Doc.” Standing up, I located my pants, sliding them up roughly. “You don’t. I don’t want any of that shit touchin’ you.”
“It’s already touched me, Rock. That’s why I need to know. I have to be ready for the next time.
“There ain’t gonna be a next time,” I insisted, the very thought sending me into a rage.
“I’m not some fragile little thing to be coddled, Rocco.” Staring at me intently, Mia continued, “Greg said that you’d taken something from him. That he came after me because he was trying to get to you.”
I winced, hating that I’d had anything to do with her being near that fuckhead again.
“What did you take, Rocco?” she pressed. “I want to know what’s going on.”
Hands on my hips, I stared at Mia, her face so earnest, so desperate to once again stand on her own.
When was she going to get the fact that she didn’t have to do it all on her own anymore?
Looking at her, I knew she wasn’t going to drop it. Wasn’t going to let me protect her the way I needed to. Blowing out a breath, I tipped my head back, taking in the lightening sky out the windows of the hanger.
“What is it you want to know, Mia? Huh?” I snapped. “That the guy is a fuckin’ psycho? Is that it? You want me to tell you that he and his uncle have been running illegal brothels in town for years? You want to know that Gregor has been making and selling a new drug here in Vegas right under our noses? Gettin’ kids hooked on that shit by selling it for cheap?”
Mia looked horrified. Scrambling to her feet, she crossed her arms over her chest, as though she could protect herself from my words, but it was far too late for that.
