Page 44 of The Secrets We Keep

He took a lurching step forward, but she was faster, pulling the gun free and shooting him once in the chest. He stumbled, then fell to his knees, hands reaching up to cover the wound.

“Who the fuck are you?” he demanded, hands slick with blood and weakly fumbling under his jacket to draw his own weapon.

“The last face you’ll see before you die,” she replied, pressing her gun against his forehead. “But you can call me Sienna Gallo.”

His eyes went wide and then rolled back in his head when she pulled the trigger. Blood and brain matter spattered the wall behind him, and he slumped onto his side on the ground. She stood staring down at him, finger still on the trigger, waiting to see if he stirred.

At movement behind her, she whirled, gun raised, only to see Luca emerging from the dark, hands raised in defense. She lowered the weapon, slipping it back into her purse, and knelt next to the body, patting his pockets.

“What are you doing? We need to get out of here.”

“I’m making it look like a mugging.”

She freed his wallet from his jacket pocket and pulled out the impressive wad of cash inside. He must not have found anyone he liked much inside the strip club tonight. His Rolex looked like a knockoff, but she took it anyway, along with the gold rings on his hand and the chain with a dangling cross around his neck. He wouldn’t need any of it in hell.

“Come on, baby girl. We need to go,” Luca said, reaching for her arm and helping her to her feet.

She resisted the urge to ram her heel into the bastard’s crotch and followed Luca out of the opposite end of the alley and up the cross street. They zig-zagged back to her car a different way than they’d come, walking hand in hand. The gun felt heavier in her purse now than it had before, and her heart was pounding.

She’d done it. She wasn’t entirely sure she’d be able to pull the trigger until she’d seen him standing there leering at her. Knowing he’d had a hand in what happened to her family and was just going about his life, enjoying himself in dark alleys and strip clubs, going home to his own family every night.

It hardly seemed fair that he was breathing and they were not. Now he was dead too, and it was no less than what he deserved for the innocent blood he had on his hands.

She wouldn’t waste time feeling bad about killing him. She’d be too busy planning the next one.

Chapter Twenty

Luca’s eyes kept drifting to her ass and the way it swayed in that sexy fucking dress as they walked back to the car. He’d nearly given away the whole thing when that prick reached out and grabbed her, but she hadn’t let him touch her for long, and Luca wanted to see what she’d do.

He was hard for her in an instant when she pressed the muzzle to his forehead and fired. His baby girl had been practicing, and she had a lot of pent-up rage ready to be unleashed. It was hot as fuck watching her get what she wanted.

They ducked into the last alley between them and the car, and on impulse, he grabbed her hand to stop her and backed her up against the rough stone of the building, claiming her mouth. She froze for a fraction of a second, and then her arms were around his neck and her tongue was teasing along his lower lip.

He reached down to tug up the hem of her dress, desperate to sink himself deep inside her and too impatient to wait until they got back to her apartment. She squirmed against him when he slipped his hand inside her panties and stroked his middle finger over her clit.

“Luca,” she gasped, hand sliding into his hair and gripping it tightly.

“Yes, baby girl,” he murmured against her lips, nipping her top lip gently.

“We have to get out of here before the cops come,” she insisted, even as she rocked into his hand.

“I don’t hear any sirens, do you? No one cares about gunshots in this neighborhood.” He slipped a finger inside her, grinning when she groaned softly. “Besides, I’ll just look like a man enjoying his hooker.”

Sienna rewarded him with a throaty laugh, shoving his shoulder with one hand and giving his hair a tug with the other until he was looking into her eyes. “Then you should hurry up and fuck me, because I’ve been thinking about your cock all night.”

He took her mouth again, adding a second finger and grinding them deep inside her until she shuddered against him. “I think I’ll make you come on my fingers first. Then I’ll fuck you. Nice and hard because you let him touch you.”

She groaned. “I had to, or he would have gotten suspicious.”

“I don’t care,” he whispered against her ear, swiping his thumb back and forth over her clit. “I’m the only one who gets to touch you, baby girl. I’m the only one who can make you feel like this.”

“Yes,” she whimpered, and he increased the pressure on her clit.

Fuck, he loved that sound.

“I want to feel you come for me, Sienna,” he said, teeth scraping against her jaw as he slipped in a third finger and fucked them in and out, her hips rocking against his hand with each thrust. “Then I’ll remind you who this pussy belongs to.”

Her fingernails bit into his scalp, and he relished in the sensation of her pussy fluttering around his fingers, squeezing tighter and tighter while her breaths became more ragged. Dropping his head, Luca scored her shoulder with his teeth, soothing the bite with his tongue.

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