Page 18 of Dangerous Attraction

“Outside his trailer. He’s dead.”

“Fuck.” I stood and moved to the massive window. It was the only set of windows in the space, but they took up the entire wall. “Do we know who did it?”

“Got some ideas. It looks like a professional hit, even though they tried to make it look otherwise.”

“The Sureños. Any leads on the merchandise?”

“Nope. Whoever did this intended to shut him up so we couldn’t get anything out of him.”

Blowing out a frustrated breath, I ran my fingers through my hair. “Go through his trailer. See if there’s anything there that will help us find the missing cargo.”

I turned, finding Madison standing in the doorway with nothing but a towel wrapped around her body. Her legs disappeared beneath the white cotton fabric she was clutching in her fingers, giving me enough view of her perfect skin underneath.

“I need to take care of some things. Let me know what you find.” I hung up and slipped my phone in my pocket. “Everything alright?”

She pointed to the duffle bag near my feet. “I left my bag out here.”

“Shit.” I picked it up and walked toward her. “Here.” I thrust the bag at her.

She tried to grab it with one hand, but it slipped from her grasp and hit the floor. Bending down, I grabbed it—which put me at eye level with the pussy hidden beneath the fabric. I closed my eyes and willed myself to stop staring at her. I inched closer and rose, holding the bag at my side. We were so close I was nearly pressed against her.

“Let me help you with this.” I pushed around her and stepped into the bathroom.

“Thank you.” Madison’s words were barely a whisper.

Turning to look at her, I cupped her cheek in my palm. “Stop thanking me.”

She leaned her head into my hand and closed her eyes.

“Why are you doing this for me? You barely know me.”

“I don’t know,” I whispered, running my thumb over her plump lip.

Madison took a deep breath as she held my gaze. I could see the confusion in her eyes—confusion I was sure I was mirroring back.

“Get dressed before I change my mind about being a gentleman.”

Stepping around her, I shut the bathroom door and strode to the kitchen. I needed more whiskey if I was going to survive the night. I’d downed two more glasses by the time she stepped out, dressed in a pair of black leggings and an oversized t-shirt. Her hair hung loosely against her shoulders, still wet from the shower. I smiled at her, noticing the blush that covered her skin.

“Do you need anything?”

“No, you’ve done more than enough.”

“Dinner will be here momentarily. I sent someone to my brother’s restaurant to get us food.” I started toward the sofa.

Her eyes squeezed shut as she pondered my words. “Restaurant?”

“Yes. My brother Vincenzo owns Bellissimo Amore.”

“Wow… two successful brothers,” she mumbled as she started toward me.

“Three,” I corrected.

“Three what?”

“Three successful brothers and three successful sisters. My youngest brother, Antonio, owns Anastasi Construction, and my sisters are pretty successful as well. One’s a nurse, and the other two are in design school in Milan.”

“Gee, a whole band of siblings who have their shit together. That’s pretty impressive and intimidating all at once.” She paused at the coffee table.

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