Page 9 of Lucky

“Damn, Lucky. You feel good. Solid. Like a real man.”

Three loud pops sound, and before I can process what the sounds are or where they’re coming from, I’m flat on my back on the cold concrete, Lucky’s hard body on top of mine. Panic surges though me like an electric current, making it hard to breathe.

“Stay down,” he whispers urgently when two more shots ring out.

I squeeze my eyes closed tight, trying to shut out the chaos and breathe. The echo of screeching tires peeling away fades into the distance and my mind races with a thousand thoughts.

“Shit.” My voice trembles, barely a whisper as I think about the shocking turn of events. My body shudders with adrenaline and I open my eyes to Lucky’s handsome, tattooed face. “What was that?”

“Gunshots,” he whispers. A groan escapes when his body separates from mine. His gaze is hot, like fire poker hot, as it rakes over my body, and despite the terror of moments ago, I know there’s nothing I can do to hide my arousal from him. Lucky licks his lips and holds out his hands to help me to my feet.

“Uhm…thanks.”

“For the kiss or for saving your life?” His teasing tone attempts to ease the tension.

I smooth my hands over my clothes, knowing they’ll need a trip to the cleaners before I can wear them again.

“The kiss was barely memorable,” I lie through my teeth.

Lucky laughs and steps into my personal space, his lips brushing against my ear as his hands go to my waist.

“You’re a horrible liar, Aria Morgan. I bet if I slide my fingers inside that uptight princess cunt right now, you’ll be so fucking wet that one flick of my thumb on your clit would make you cream for me.”

His crude words shock and arouse me, a sharp contrast to the fear we just experienced.

“You wish,” I say, feigning indifference.

“Maybe I do,” he admits and brushes a thumb across my nipple, producing a shiver too strong for me to suppress. “You do, too, judging by your reaction.” He steps back and raises his brows with another laugh. “Let’s get you inside before someone else decides to use you for target practice.”

I let him shuffle me into the house, his words lingering in my ears, and when I turn to ask if he really thinks they were shooting at me, he’s turned his back to me, whispering into the phone.

The moment—whatever it was—is gone.

CHAPTERFIVE

Lucky

“Lucky. What’s up?”

Ace gives me his usual deep, no-nonsense voice, which makes me feel a little bit better about what I have to tell him.

“So fucking much,” I growl into the phone, casting a look over my shoulder at Aria’s retreating form. “The Feds showed up at Morgan International today and hauled the old man out. In handcuffs.”

I pinch the bridge of my nose. Just spitting out the words makes me feel like a failure. “I don’t know what the fuck happened, but it was coordinated. They busted in with windbreakers and a big ass truck for evidence. Kicked us out of the building.”

“Aria too?” Ace’s confusion triggers my own.

“Yeah. She’s here with me at the mansion.” She works for Morgan International, too, so it doesn’t make sense that they don’t want to talk to her, but she doesn’t manage anything important. “She does the marketing for all the umbrella companies.”

“Shit. This could really put a wrench in our plans forLos Tres Colombianos.”

“That’s my worry too. The Feds kicked us out because Aria lost her shit, but they didn’t say we couldn’t return once they were done. There’s no reason to think, yet, that our plans are fucked.”

I’m not sure if I’m overstepping, but I already fucked up once, so I let him have it. Everything that went down.

“There’s more.”

“You’re fucking killin’ me, Lucky.”

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