Page 41 of The Bonventi Hitman
As reality begins to seep back in, I realize the gravity of what I've done. I feel like I've just betrayed my mission, the FBI, my partner's memory, and my own moral compass.
But looking over at Gabriel, I can't bring myself to regret it.
GABRIEL - 16
4:00 am
I'm standing in the doorway of the hotel suite where Sofia stays. She's looking up at me in a white satin robe that she's cleverly allowed to remain slightly open, enough for me to see her beautiful breasts. I think about how earlier I was licking every inch of them, and the rest of her.
She smiles. "So now what?"
"Now what is this," I say and caress her face. "You belong to me."
I smirk and look into her eyes. She bites her lip.
"When will I see you again?" she asks.
"Soon. Don't worry, I will always find my way back to you. Now," I say, leaning in to kiss her, "get some rest. Your body needs it."
She laughs and turns slightly red.
"Goodbye, Bella."
"Goodnight, Gabriel."
I turn and walk toward the elevator. As soon as I hear her close the door, I stop and lean against the wall, taking a moment to collect myself. I rub my hands across my face and catch the faint scent of the hotel soap on my skin. I smile as I'm reminded of the shower Sofia and I took after our little rendezvous in her bed.
I took it easy on her in the shower, but still taught her what it's like to be mine.
The memory fuels my possessive surge for her, and I know I'll have to figure things out, but for now, I won't bother worrying. Her taste is on my lips, and I won't waste time thinking about anything else.
I press the elevator button, and the door slides open. I get in, lost in thought the whole way down. I step out into the lobby, and a feeling of pride washes over me. I can't quite explain it, but I take it in and allow it to surge through me.
She is mine.
I find my car and start the engine. I exit the hotel and begin my ride home. As I drive through the city, my night with Sofia fills my thoughts. Flashes, like still images, overtake everything, and I grip the wheel firmly as I drive.
I think of the moment her dress fell to the floor, tasting her, sliding inside her—all of it. I've never wanted to own a woman so badly, and now that I have her, I'm worried about what that will mean. I'll burn Chicago to the fucking ground if anyone tries to claim her now—which leaves a very interesting future for what the hell I'm going to do about the whole Luca situation. Whatever it is, I'll have to plan carefully, as it's uncharted territory.
I shake my head to remove the negative thoughts and think about the night's events over and over, forcing myself to focus on the good.
The city streetlights flicker across the windshield as I accelerate down the street. I remember after I finished and laid next to her how good she looked gasping for air, sweating, shaking—satisfied.
I pull up to the guard tower of my neighborhood and nod to the guard as I pass. He's seen me come and go at odd hours of the night, so he doesn't pay me any special attention.
I drive up and circle around my half-moon front driveway. I park my car and get out. As I always do, I scan my surroundings just to make sure. I don't think anyone would be waiting for me, but it's a habit I never tried to break.
I take the five marble steps that lead up to my front door with ease and unlock the door.
I walk past my billiard room, cigar and bar lounge, and turn down the hallway that leads to my office. I pull the chair out from my desk to take a seat and reach for my phone.
I enter Enzo's secure number and, given the hour, expect to leave a message. I should have done this sooner, but Sofia's body needed my attention.
"Hello," Enzo's voice says on the other side.
I'm shocked to find him up.
"I wasn't expecting you to answer," I say, sitting forward, going from relaxed to on guard.
