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“I told you, I want a name,” I said, leaning against the living room wall then thinking better of it. The walls were probably crawling with insects.

“It was Tony—Tony Nova. He told me I gotta shoot up that place. He told me… he told me he wanted you dead, and…”

“And what?”

He cringed, squeezing his eyes shut like he was waiting for the final blow. “And the girl, too.”

With Fallon dead, Tony wouldn’t have to worry about her being married off to Dante or Leo to seal the deal with Douglas Moore. Strangely, the thought of her marrying Dante or Leo didn’t thrill me either. But that meant Tony knew about the marriage arrangement, and he’d be going after Fallon full-force to stop it from happening.

“I want to know how Tony knew about the girl. Who gave him that information?”

De Carlo’s eyes widened. “I don’t know. How the hell would I know that?”

There was no reason Tony would have shared his source with De Carlo, but sometimes, even lowly minions overheard their bosses talking.

“All right, I believe you, De Carlo,” I said.

He let out a sigh of relief.

Then I fired a bullet right between his eyes.

Chapter Sixteen

Dominic

It had been a long day. All I wanted to do was collapse, but I had a feeling my new roommate was going to try to get in the way of that.

With a heavy sigh, I nodded to Leandro and Salvo, the two men who’d spent the past twelve hours sitting outside my door, and walked inside with a gym bag in one hand.

I half-expected to find her in the middle of the living room, glaring daggers at me, but she was nowhere to be seen. The bathroom door was closed, though, and I could hear the water running.

Images of Fallon, naked and wet, bombarded my mind, sending a hot jolt of arousal through my veins. I’d had her naked, her legs splayed, on the verge of orgasm less than twenty-four hours ago. I wondered what she’d do now if I walked in there and joined her in the shower. Would she push me away? Or would she succumb to it, setting the stage for the best angry sex of her life?

The water shut off while I stood there, hesitating. I scrubbed my fingers through my hair. It would have been better if she’d been ugly—a hump, a few warts, and maybe some hideous scars would have made it so much easier to get her out of my mind.

The bathroom door opened, and she stepped out with a towel wrapped around her, tucked between her breasts. She gasped when she saw me and took a step back, hovering between the bathroom and the hallway. Her hair was dripping wet, her eyes wide, her lips parted in surprise. A walking, gasping fucking fantasy come to life.

Her eyes were no longer blue flames. It surprised me—something I rarely felt. It was too much to hope she’d come to terms with our situation. It was more like she was in some sort of trance.

I looked her up and down because I would have had to be dead to not pay any attention to her slim thighs or the curve of her waist, or the way the edge of the towel had been tucked so carelessly between her breasts, it could come loose at any moment.

The sparks were snapping in the air, just like they were this morning when it had been her eyes grazing over my half-naked body. She’d stood there frozen in her sexy black dress, and I’d known for a fact she’d had no panties on beneath it. It would have been so easy to thrust her up against the wall and fuck her senseless, just like it would be no difficult task now.

I took a step toward her, and she remained where she was. Another step and then another, and I could see her throat muscles working as she swallowed hard. Her chest rose and fell faster, loosening the towel’s edge, but it stayed there, taunting me, like it was suspended in space.

But when I stopped right in front of her and reached for the towel, the trance-like glaze in her eyes evaporated.

“Dominic, don’t,” she whispered.

I dropped my hand, but I didn’t move away.

“I won’t do this,” she said, though it sounded like she was trying to convince herself as much as me. “You can’t treat me like a prisoner and expect me to fall all over you. What you’re doing is wrong. I’m a person, not an object for you to own.”

With every word, her voice grew stronger, and her sweetness gave way to bitter anger. Though I didn’t miss the way her body tensed as I drew closer, she was looking at me like I was some vile creature.

I stepped back. Maybe the princess would get off her high horse if she knew just how close her hot little ass had come to being blown to pieces. I reached into my pocket and withdrew the eleven small crushed pieces of metal.

“You’re welcome,” I said, dropping them at her feet.

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