“Yet,” I add on.

“Never.”

I lift my eyes to his, catching his serious gaze. “Well,” I change the subject. “I have to get the bullet out, right?”

He shakes his head. “No. It’s a through and through. Just stitch me up.”

I nod, looking away and pinching my eyes shut while I push the needle through his skin.

“I’d like it if you looked while you did this,” he groans.

“I don’t know if I can.”

“You have to.”

“Nope.”

“Yes.”

I swallow, knowing he is right. “Fine.” It takes me awhile to sew the front wound, then the back, but eventually, I make it happen.

“There. Like brand new-ish.”

He snorts, then sighs. “Thank you.”

“I’ll go get the pain medicine and everything else from your office.” I go to stand, and he snags my wrist, stopping me.

“Kiss me before you go.”

My cheeks heat. “I don’t think that’s a good idea. We crossed a line we shouldn’t cross. We shouldn’t do it again.”

A half tilt of his lips tells me he disagrees. “I plan on crossing that line with you again and again until you realize the place you belong is by my side.”

“Matias—”

“—Kiss. Me.”

“We can’t,” I argue.

“You’re going to deny a dying man his last wish?”

I click my tongue in disbelief, shaking my head at insistence. “Really? You’re going to guilt trip me? You aren’t dying.”

“I might. You don’t know.”

I bend down until I’m inches away from his face. “You’re insatiable.”

“For you?” His eyes fall to my lips. “That will always be the case.”

He grunts, pushing through the pain as he wraps his hand around my throat, tugging me to him so I can’t fight him anymore. Our lips meet, his tongue curling around mine, stealing my breath and my ability to think.

He survived a bullet, but I’m not sure if I can survive Matias Milazzo.

Chapter Thirteen

Matias

It’s been a few days since I caught a bullet in my shoulder and I’m about to go stir crazy. It isn’t my first time being shot and it won’t be my last, so I’m used to the pain and what it takes to heal. I have to get out of this house, though.