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“You can’t. You don’t need that heat from him too. Not for me, but look, you can get her to safety. You can help cover for her. I’ll give myself up, and that’ll keep him busy while you get her-”
His words cut off when I slapped his face hard, and his eyes widened at me.
“Oh shit.”
“Yeah, don’t worry, it’s like foreplay for them. Gets him hard.”
Grease grinned suddenly, grabbing me and kissing me hard, savagely, like he knew it was the last time.
“Like I said, babe, a guy could fall for you.”
Would it kill him to just say that HE could, that hehad?If this was all we had, could he not use the fucking word once?
“You’re not dying for me, asshole. I’ll talk to the Don.” I was such an idiot, because what did I think I’d even say that could help?
“What about some kind of witness protection type thing?” Torch asked, and Grease shook his head.
“No such thing with mafia. They always find a way through, always find someone who’ll take a payoff. She could change her name, leave the country, and fucking live in a shack in the middle of nowhere, and eventually they’d find her.”
So basically, what he was saying, and what I was taking from this whole terrifying conversation, was the fact that I was dead. No matter what he, or we, did, we were both going to die.
I turned to look at Micro and Torch.
“If you have earplugs, get them. We’re about to be fucking loud.” I grabbed Grease’s clothes in my fists and leaned close. “Get upstairs. If we die, then first we fucking enjoy each other.”
I ignored the groans from the other two, because all that mattered was his response.
“Yes, ma’am.”
Chapter Forty
Ipushed the bedroomdoor closed, and watched as my woman started dragging her clothes off.
“If this is our last night, do I get your asshole at last?”
She froze, halfway through pushing her trousers down, a frown creasing her brow. Fuck me, she was as adorable flummoxed as she was angry.
“What?”
I lifted off my shirt, which had felt weird as fuck without my cut over it, by the way, but I’d been travelling incognito.
“Well, you know… if we’re going to die, shouldn’t you at least give up your tight little ass for me? I could fuck it so good, you’d die happy?”
My little pain made spluttering noises for a moment, then finished taking off her trousers, to throw them at me.
“You’re such a dick!”
I grinned, letting the trousers hit me and fall to the floor, dropping my own clothes on top of them.
“I also have a dick. A great one. You know, you’ve felt it. Your ass is the only hole you haven’t given up to me. Don’t you owe me that? I’m dying for you, after all. That’s gotta win me some points.”
Her fists clenched, and I literally watched as every version of fury and frustration crossed her face, waiting for them to reach her mouth and explode at me, but instead she suddenly grinned, tilting her head.
“If we had a strap-on here, would you give up yours?”
The fuck?My eyes widened at her, and I watched her entire posture fucking change right in front of me. It’s like her spine got reinforced with steel, and suddenly the way she was glowering at me, I kinda felt like maybe Iwouldfucking give it up. Give her everything.
“You saying you wanna be the boss of me, baby? You wanna walk on me with stilettos, and spank me?” I stepped closer to her, watching her for any softening of her strengthened pose, but there was none.
