Page 129 of Possess Me
While I hadn’t learned much about the rather handsome Cuban, I was no dummy. His bread and butter was in the sale of illegal drugs.
Hell, I’d snooped while we’d been stuck in the warehouse, finding bags of white powder. A blind person could have connected the dots.
Still, what he’d done had been honorable.
Then there were members of the Costa family.
I’d heard all about them and the alliance they’d entered into with the family after peppering Vissarian with questions. Alliance or not, they’d dropped everything to come to our rescue.
From what I’d overheard from phone calls and how he’d dealt with other members of his family, he was tight-knit with all of them.
There was something admirable and desirable about that.
Enough so I’d felt a hint of jealousy. I missed my little family that had been destroyed because of love.
And the hunger for power.
I only hoped that wouldn’t taint my perception in the future since I couldn’t get Vissarian out of my mind. He was like a mad Russian scientist, able to connect with my brain. We were a lot more alike than I would have believed.
God, just looking at him kept my pussy wet. I shifted in my seat, reminding myself this wasn’t a vacation. This was simply a stop mid-action in a war that neither one of us had wanted.
“I should be there with you at this meeting. This does affect my life as well.”
He stood over me with his hands in his pocket, blocking out some of the midday scorching sun. “Not this go-around and don’t argue with me, Fallon. I need to talk to my father. He knows more about your family, Ludolf Hoffman, and the Brunis than he’s ever shared.”
I sensed he was angry, furious that he’d been kept in the dark. “Don’t be too hard on your father, Vissarian. I’m sure he has a reason he felt keeping information from you was necessary. Like keeping you safe.”
“As someone once told me, I can take care of myself.”
“I don’t know about that. I think you need my help.” I tried to break the heavy mood. It wasn’t my place to interfere with the family business, but I was terrified of what came next.
“Oh, really.”
“Yep.” I popped the p hard, which made him laugh.
He nodded several times before hanging his head. “What to do with you.”
“I guess anything you want.”
“Be careful making offers you don’t mean.”
“Try me, buddy.”
I took a deep breath, inhaling his aftershave. Why did he need to look so scrumptious when I felt so exhausted?
“Oh, I plan on doing so over. And over. And over.”
“Promises. Promises. Do you believe in karma?” I asked. Yes, the question could be considered out of the blue yet after everything we’d been through, I was beginning to believe there wasn’t a single thing occurring in a person’s life that hadn’t been predetermined.
Hearing Vissarian’s chuckle created a series of flutters. We’d flown into Las Vegas in the dead of night after refueling in Texas.
Carlos had been right. I’d needed to stroke engine number two, but under the circumstances, the jet had handled the flight beautifully.
“I absolutely do,” he answered and sat down in the chair next to me.
I casually looked over, no longer shocked that even in hundred-degree heat he was wearing a confining suit.
The consummate businessman.
