Page 8 of Men Who Yearn
His eyes narrow as I lean forward and grab his belt buckle, and his hand immediately stops me.His eyes home in on me, slowly draping down my body in this dark blue top and leggings, his top teeth drawing in his bottom lip for just a second.But I noticed.
“Call me Salvator.”
A shiver runs up and down my spine.
He releases my hand.
I stay frozen for a second, not sure if I should continue or if I’m overstepping.
I am.I know I am.
But this man … I can feel the yearning from miles away, for months on end, and yet … nothing.
Nothing happens because he won’t let it happen.
Until tonight.
I swallow away the lump in my throat and gently tug at his zipper and button, pulling it all away so I can peel down his pants slowly just below the wound.But the second it pulls over his ample package, it bobs up and down so much my eyes can’t help but zoom in on it.
Good God.He’s packing.
Fucking focus, Kayla.
I avert my eyes and grab the kit, dabbing cotton into the alcohol before I bring it to his skin.“This might hurt a little.”
I clean up the wound, but it doesn’t even seem to faze him.Not an inch of pain mars his face, as though all the suffering has already consumed his soul years ago, and all that’s left is a man impervious to agony, except for one… simple … ache.
“I’m sorry you had to witness me kill someone,” he says all of the sudden.“I hadn’t anticipated anyone being there.”
I breathe out a sigh.“I wasn’t following you, Mr.Rive—Salvatore.I was just taking a jog.”
He grabs my other hand.“I know.”A soft smile briefly forms on his face, and it makes my body heat up.
“I’d like to know the truth now,” I say.“Why did you kill him?”
He tilts his head.“He was an assassin from the Bones Brotherhood.”
“Assassin?”I frown.
“They’ve been trespassing this campus to hunt my daughter Lana after she got into a fight with them.”
I pause after I’ve put the gauze on his wound.
“Wow.”
I didn’t know they were involved in this kind of stuff.His daughter, being hunted by a known drug dealing and trafficking gang?No wonder he pulled the trigger on that guy without a second thought.This must be kept off-the books completely.
“I couldn’t risk them finding her,” he adds, clearing his throat, as I continue tending to his wound.
“I understand.”
When I’m done, I put a piece of gauze on top and try to tape it down.
“Suture it.”He gazes down at me.
“Don’t you want the hospital—”
“I can’t risk this going public,” he says.“Please.”
