Page 22 of Wreaking Havoc on my Heart

I hug him, although it does feel ninety percent one-sided, but I ignore his hesitation. With a quick pat on the back, he releases me and steps back.

“This is perfect.” I tuck it into my bag, intent on wearing it on my flight today.

“Merry Christmas, Havoc.”

“Merry Christmas. Make sure E gets everything today, she deserves it.”

When he nods, I trust he will follow through. I head to Laney next, needing to give her the gift I’ve been waiting for and to tell her how I feel. My hands shake a little as I hold the gift close.

No big deal, just going to go profess your love for a girl who is way too young for you and hope that she’s open to a throuple. Totally normal Christmas morning.

I set my bag down before knocking on her door. When she runs to it in a tizzy about it being too early, I have to hold back my laughter. I pull her present out from behind my back and explain why I’m there. Her expression turns from pissed off to a delighted kind of excitement, and I find myself never wanting to look away.

Her joy is as beautiful as she is.

Laney pulls me into the room and sits on her bed to open the present. I hover nervously by her side, but when she sees it and launches herself into my arms to thank me, everything feels right in the world.

She pulls back, and I give her only enough space so that my lips can crash to hers. Fire ignites in my veins, warming me up from the inside out, my whole body heating with electricity the moment I feel her kissing me back. I push into it until my tongue swipes across her lips and she opens for me.

I press my advantage, dipping her back and holding her tight while I claim ownership of her mouth—to make my intentions very clear. Not only do I love her, but I want my whole world to revolve around her just like in those sappy movies. I want to spoil her, protect her. Most of all, I just want her to call me hers, even if she’s someone else’s too.

Of course, being a man and an assassin who has no idea how to healthily express my feelings, I attempt to push all of those words into the kiss. Apparently a little too hard because her ass falls back to the mattress. When our lips part and I pull back, she’s just staring up at me.

Does she feel the same way? Is she confused? Does she want me to leave?Her blank expression has my mind in high gear.

Naturally, I have to make this more weird because I’m overthinking everything at the moment. So, I make light of my declaration of love and hope I didn’t just freak her the fuck out.

“Had to have at least one kiss before I left. You never know when a day in the mafia could be your last.”

Her mouth falls open, as if she wants to say something, but I take the pressure off of her when she freezes. Pulling her to her feet, I kiss her forehead while inhaling her vanilla and cherry blossom scent I’ve become addicted to. For just a moment, I allow myself a slice of peace and hold her close.

She felt it, I know she did. I’m not going to stand here and question my feelings for her now that I’ve made them perfectly clear.

So instead, I walk to the door. Just before I leave, I look back at her. Pink cheeks and hooded eyes with those plump swollen lips makes me question leaving just yet. But she needs to decide if this is what she wants.

“See you soon, my unicorn.”

I close the door behind me, trying to slow my heart rate. Adjusting my hard-on, I head to the garage with the mission in mind. The mission that I need to complete to get back to her. And I’ve never been more determined.

Chapter 9

After we wrap up Christmas morning, I decide to put some of the bath bombs Evie got me to use. Damien keeps saying he can’t wait to try his in the tub with his girl, so I feel like it’s time to call it a morning.

Nessa messaged me earlier saying she was bored and suggested we call each other today. So, I make plans to do just that.

She’s been talking to me more often, and I find that I’m really starting to like our conversations. Her ‘I don’t give a fadoodle’ attitude is so different from Evie’s, but still just as strong. It’s kind of fascinating.

After hugging Evie and thanking everyone for the presents, I run to my room and start a bath. Once I’ve added the bath bomb and some bubbles, I grab a bottle of champagne I saved in my fridge for a moment just like this. Drinking in a tub full of bubbles is literally the best thing ever.

Which gives me an idea.

Laney: Hey, do you have any bath bombs?

Nessa: In fact, I do. I just got some as a gift.

Laney: Perfect, draw yourself a bubble bath and get a drink. Once you’re in, give me a call.

Correction, bubble baths, champagne, and new bestie video calls are officially the best thing ever. I used to do this with a friend I had when I was growing up and I loved it.

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