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“And I need your cunt. So, hurry up and get naked so I can fuck you, and then I’ll let you sleep.”

This was hardly a concession he was making here. I crossed my arms over my chest and stared up at him defiantly.

“You can take off the robe, or I can take it off for you, Heidi. Either way, you end up naked with my cock inside you.” He shrugged. “Up to you how that happens.”

In my mind, I’d already relented. My body was revving up; I could feel the wetness on my inner thighs. But I didn’t move. Because the truth was, I wanted him totake. I wanted him to tear the robe off me, bend me over the counter, and fuck me ruthlessly.

And sometimes, wishes really do come true, because that was precisely what he did.

Chapter Twenty-Three

Amadeo

“Is everything all right in there, boss?” Vito asked as I slid into the passenger seat of his Mercedes.

“Si, everything’s fine.”

“It seemed to take an awfully long time to check things out,” he said, adjusting his position in his seat so that he could face me. “You run into any problems?”

Problems? Not exactly. One hell of a detour, though. “No problems.”

Vito wasn’t buying it; he was looking at me with his eyes narrowed, searching for what I wasn’t saying.

“She woke up,” I said. Why did it feel like I was suddenly getting the third degree?

“You must have been making a hell of a racket to wake up a partially deaf woman. We might need to work on your stealth skills,” he said with a straight face. Not many people would have noticed the flicker of humor in his dark eyes.

“I’ll see what I can do. Any changes out here?” I asked.

He shook his head. “Same black car,” he said, nodding to the black Camaro parked five cars up. “There’s no one in it, though. And the license plate checks out; it belongs to a guy in the next building. I doubt he’s the one watching the girl.”

“You know, the girl has a name,si?” I said, then immediately regretted it. Where the hell had that even come from?

“I did hear something like that,” Vito said, not even bothering to hide his grin this time. Vito wasn’t the grinning sort; it was unnerving. But he sobered quickly, shaking his head at me. “You look like hell, boss. Go home and get some sleep. I’ll keep an eye onDr. Dawson.”

He was probably right. I couldn’t remember the last time I’d slept. Now that I thought about it, I was pretty impressed that I hadn’t face-planted somewhere along the way.

I nodded and moved to get out of the car, but then paused.

“Do we know if the phone we took from the kid was of any use?” I asked.

“Some,” Vito replied with a nod. “The phone number he texted was a burner, so there’s no record of who bought it, but we got the logs from the number’s service provider. We know which cell tower the phone connected to when the kid’s message was received, so we know the general area.”

“And that area would be?” I prodded. I was too damn tired for a guessing game.

“You’re sitting in it,” he said, motioning around us.

I pinched the bridge of my nose, trying to stave off an oncoming headache. “Well, doesn’t that make me feel all warm and fuzzy inside.”

“I’m guessing that’s the post-orgasmic bliss,” Vito said, lips quirking.

Maybe, but it was sure fading fast now.

“Maybe I should stick around,” I said, but then shook my head, negating my own thought. While it was tempting to linger, to keep an eye out myself, I trusted the men who worked for me. “Never mind. I’m not going to be a damn bit of use to anyone if I don’t get some fucking sleep.”

I opened the car door, then paused. Again. I must really need some sleep.

“Raven mentioned the tail to Heidi,” I told Vito. “So, she knows we’re watching. If there’s any sign of trouble, you let me know and get in there. Fuck stealth.”

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