Page 33 of Tossed into the Mob
“You and your dad deserve it after what you went through.”
He covered my hand with his, and I almost jerked away at the ripples of pleasure that flowed from his skin to mine.
“This is nice.”
I gulped because it was more than nice.
TWELVE
BROCK
“It’s my turn to kidnap you."
We’d been at the food truck for hours chatting, and now the sun was going down and the truck owner had driven it away ages ago.
Treyton’s brows shot up. “Didn’t you do that already?”
I swatted him with a clean napkin. “Did you have to bring that up?”
“It’s how we met, Brock.” He tapped his head. “I’ve got it up here, and I rerun that moment lots.”
Shoot. I’d brought up a bad memory. “Sorry, I shouldn’t have said that.’
He leaned over the table and did what he always did. He put his hand over mine and calmed me.
“There’s nothing to apologize for. You were fighting for your life and wanting both protection and to avenge Niles. I’m proud of you.”
Awww. A mad desire came over me, and I wanted to grab his shirt and yank him closer, inhale that enticing aroma, and place my lips on his. But we were friends, and I refused to ruin that.
“Thanks.” I screwed up my face. “I’m not much of a kidnapper, though.”
“But my family talks about how you lunged at the bodyguard on Rudy’s porch, andI might have told them how you tossed your pack at one.” He gave me a thumbs-up. “You’re a legend.”
I blew on my nails and rubbed them on my shirt. I was a legend with the Durands, maybe in La Luna Noir, too. Cool. But I wanted to be someone to Treyton.
“Getting back to your kidnapping.” He placed both wrists together. “Where are you taking me hostage?”
“It doesn’t start until it’s dark, but it’s on the other side of town.” It should be perfect timing.
"Oh really?" He raised an eyebrow, and my stomach did somersaults. "And where exactly are you taking your hostage?"
He reached for his keys, but I grabbed them from the table, beating him to it. I’d picked up some skills while mingling with shifters.
“You’re driving, but I’ll tell you where to go.”
The sun had sunk over the horizon when we rounded a corner, opposite our destination.
“We spent a lot of time together in cars.” Treyton’s, Grandpa Arnie’s, and Hunter’s, as well as two ride shares, but each one was stressful for different reasons. “I thought we could put those in the past and enjoy a movie night and snacks in a car.”
Treyton pumped his fists on the steering wheel. “I love the drive-in. What are we watching?”
I shrugged because I hadn’t paid much attention, and after sitting in the car for almost an hour with his scent zigzagging around me, my head was fuzzy. “Something scary.”
“Mafia shifters?” He struggled to hide a smile but couldn’t.
“Very funny. But you forget, I’ve spied it all—” Damn, I was trying to say I’d witnessed him shift and seen his wolf, but it kinda sounded as though I was talking about his cock. I hadglimpsed it when his PJ pants fell down and I must have seen it when he shifted back in the storage unit, but I’d just killed a guy, so I didn’t have dicks on the brain. Or in my hand, mouth, or hole.
“Friend zone, friend zone,” I repeated in my head. Treyton was too important to me. I couldn’t lose him. There’d be no sticking my tongue down his throat. My cheeks burned, and I wound down the window and stuck my head out as Treyton pulled into the drive-in.
